After an exhausting few days at work, I’m glad I can count on Ruby to eat grass to make me smile.
Life’s all better when your baby likes her vegetables.
Monthly Archive for September, 2008
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I slept on a book last night.
I knew I was tired, but this tired?
I found the book this morning when I rolled out of bed and saw the book lying where I’d slept.
The book — as you can see — is not mine.
It belongs to a certain Young Lady whose possessions have slowly filled up every conceivable space in our home.
For a Little Person Who Cannot Move, Ruby sure has a large footprint around the house.
Mom and dad’s bedroom? Check.
Living room? Check.
Kitchen and laundry room?
Check. And checkmate.
Ruby joined some family at the dinner table last weekend and was a perfect guest.
And when the conversation turned to Math, she didn’t bat an eyelid.
She may have drooled, yawned, spit, and grunted, but she didn’t bat an eyelid.
This is a test of the Emergency Blogging System.
This is only a test.
The captions do not match the photos.
Your life is not in danger.
If this had been an actual emergency, there would be no captions. And no photos.
And your life would be very boring.
Jay covers Ruby’s ears as the ambulance roars down the street, sirens blaring.
Drunk stroller driving is not a crime.
“Good morning. It’s a wonderful day at Ruby Dokken’s office. How may I help you today?”
Ruby gets ready to stomp on the phone.
One of these things does not belong here: Dot did not get the “Dress in Blue” memo today.
Jay and Ruby hang outside the art opening at Design Commission’s gallery.
You don’t have to be a sailor to wear anchors on your feet, but it helps to be a cute six-and-a-half-month-old baby.
All’s well that ends well. Jay is happy it’s a good show. So is Ruby. She’s smiling inside.
Parker is cool because his shoes match Ruby’s. He knows that anchors are the Next Big Thing.
This concludes the test of the Emergency Blogging System.
Ruby in her standard issue work garb.
Doesn’t she look ready to dig some trenches?
The days of Ruby the Unfussy Eater are over.
Till tonight, Ruby happily ingested whatever we gave her. The list included carrots, peas, green beans, sweet potatoes, winter squash, and rice cereal. Wait. Strike that.
Rice cereal? I don’t THINK so!
Ruby cried, yelled, and screamed as if we fed her burning hot chillies tonight when we offered her her usual evening bowl of rice cereal mixed with Mom’s Special Sauce.
Translated, it went something like this…
“But mom and dad, I don’t want rice cereal. It needs soy sauce! I said, ‘I DON’T WANT IT!’ What part of ‘I don’t want it!’ don’t you understand? Waaaaaaaah!”
Desperate, I offered some carrots instead and faster than you could say “Ruby wants carrots,” the bowl was empty.
Now what am I supposed to do with my brand new box of rice cereal?
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