The Algernon Effect

Our wonderful friends Danika and Gordon (of the Seattle machaggis household) graced us with a lovely visit on Saturday.

Aside from being great friends, good company, and all-around upstanding folk, they are also part of our slowly dimishing group of friends that do not yet have children.

Am I the only neophyte parent that has a fresh fear of their childless friends? More specifically, does anyone else worry that parenting has rendered them dreadfully dull? Unable to talk about anything but one's child/ren? With an inability to communicate in words not found in a preschool picture dictionary?

No matter. Doug and I had a grand time and even managed showers for both of us before they arrived. (Small victories!) I think we may have even held our own in the adult conversation. (And I don't care what Wikipedia says, Gordon, it's tightie-whities NEVER whitie-tighties!)

Image: Mango Lassi

There is an ongoing, unsettled cherries vs. mangoes debate in our household, but Doug and I both agree that mangoes are up there among the best fruits in the known universe. The first time Harrison had a mango, he gobbled it up, asked for more, and Doug said in his best Godfather voice, "Ah....welcome to the family."

Two weeks ago when my Dad came over on one of his bathroom construction slave labor visits, my mom sent with him two lovely champagne mangos, which Doug, Harrison, and I promptly devoured. The next day my mom called, and Doug told her how much Harrison had enjoyed the mango. When he hung up he said, "I bet you next time she comes she's going to bring us a bunch of mangoes." Lo and behold, on my Dad's next trip less than a week later, he brought with him an entire case of champage mangoes. That's 16 mangoes.

That was one week ago today and there are only 3 left.

Add this to the list of upsides to having a kid: pimping him out for expensive tropical fruit.

Image: Honky

For the hundredth time:

Yes, he's ours.

Yes, he's 1/4 Vietnamese.

No, I don't know why he's blonde.

and

No, our mailman is 60 years old, and I do not find him remotely attractive.

Daylight Savings Time Bi-Annual Franklin Curse Update

Harrison doesn't seem to be having any trouble falling asleep in the daylight this time around and as an added bonus he's actually sleeping in past 6:30 AM, so, in the interest of energy conservation, I am considering lifting my curse* on Ben Franklin.

Just considering. I'm going to give it another year before I make a final determination.

* The technical details of my curse do not prohibit acceptance of hundred dollar bills.

Use Your Words

Doug just related this conversation he had with Harrison this morning:

Doug dresses Harrison.

H [pointing at shirt]: Oooooooh!
D: It's an orange shirt!
H [pointing in direction of kitchen/fruit basket]: Ainge? [Orange?]
D: No, orange is a color too.
H: Two? Two! Two...three!