Not-The-Baby Pictures

This will mostly be pictures from Edaville Sunday night, and most of those I am putting “below the fold” so those who have modems can choose to load them or not.  I decided I needed a post with various pictures that are not Sadie, as I have accumulated some and been meaning to post them.

First up, food porn.  As opposed to foot porn.  Deb made her Best Meatloaf Yet the other night, and memorialized it with a picture.  Perhaps next time she’ll make a quantified recipe of it based on what she did this time, and that’ll get into the recipe carnival.  As usual, click each picture if you’d like to see a larger version…

Next up, the older two of my three grandnieces.  I’ll probably put the youngest in with some more Sadie pics soon.  The first one is Katherine, attempting to escape the camera for a cool result.  The second one is Emily, the oldest, who was absolutely crazy about Sadie and vice-versa.  These are Sadie’s first cousins once removed, to be exact.  As opposed to my cousin Joyce, who is my second cousin once removed.  That is, my great-grandmother, Sadie, was her grandmother Bertha’s sister.  But I digress…

Sadie does make a cameo in this one, which is in a caboose on display at Edaville.  That’s my brother Gary behind Deb and Sadie.  He turned fifty on Tuesday, which I believe makes me officially “old.” Okay, not really.  It makes me feel old though.  There are five of us, born 1954, 1957, 1961, 1967 and 1971.  I’m in the middle, and maybe it makes me feel old, but no reason it should make my two younger brothers feel especially old.

I wonder… does it make my mother feel old?

This is a big bear or whatever it’s supposed to be, at Edaville, which just begs for posed pictures.

This is our minimalist tree.  We have ornaments I still haven’t gotten hangers for yet.  Sadie’s stocking says Sadie Rose on it.  It came with a glitter pen, which took about two days to dry for some reason.  The present in the front is for me.  Deb is the master of curly ribbon and went all out on that, and I have some pictures on the camera of Sadie latched onto the ribbon playing with it.  It’s the most she has ever latched onto something like that.  She also managed to knock it over last night, laying in front of the pile of gifts.

Indeed, she’s being frustrating because of the teeth coming in, but she’s also exhibiting new things all the time.  She figured out she can propel herself along the floor on her back using her feet.  She pushed off the blanket, onto the rug, and against the recliner in the living room, and in the computer room she came to a halt head-butting the spare car seat.  She also specifically asked to play with her baby gym last night.  She’s never done that.  The closest thing is when she makes it fairly clear she’d like the Pooh mobile to be wound up.  She seems to love the giraffe that’s posed on the gift pile, and she will now hold things like dolls in both hands.  She did that for the first time when one of the previously pictured cousins handed her one at their house.  Yesterday she held her fancy rattle for an extended time and shook it in what might have been an intentional manner.  She certainly let go of it intentionally.

But I digress.  The tree, stocking and presents…

The rest of this is pictures from Edaville, like this one:

Okay, strike the “below the fold” part.  I have never used that in Expression Engine, so I just tested it.  I found that there was no way to view the “extended entry” portion, and it didn’t even show using the permalink or comments link to the post.  That is just wrong.  So here are the rest of the pictures, right in plain sight.  We’ll figure out what the extended entry problem is later.

This next one is an attempt to capture the train going by across the water from where we were in the main part of Edaville.  The string of small lights marks the top of the train, and along the lower sides there are floodlights that show the passengers the unlit scenes along the 5 1/2 mile route.  None of the pics here are from the train itself, which is quite amazing.  The part of the park shown has a mass of lights and displays, obviously, and a bunch of rides oriented mainly toward kids.  There’s a store, a gift shop, pictures with Santa, and a museum/exhibit on cranberries and cranberry picking and cultivation techniques and equipment.  My mother got to point out to Deb the dry pick machine she used to run; the one that used cranberry boxes.  Later they started using burlap bags and that culled out any harvest work by people who couldn’t lift them.  Eventually most bogs went to wet picking, which gives you juice and sauce quality berries.  Dry picked berries are the ones you buy for cooking.  But I digress.

1. Ahh the new diner table compleat with handy Keyboard..  LOL
   Great pic of mom and gary.

   To bad there wasn’t some snow.  would have looked really cool with snow..

   Posted by wayne  on  12/24  at  12:19 PM

2. I have some of those plates.  Also, for some reason my mind connected “Not baby pictures” and the picture of the food to be some sort of reassurance that you weren’t eating babies for Christmas.  Dunno why.

   Posted by Phelps  on  12/27  at  01:26 AM

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