Sunday, November 2, 2008

Quinn update

Quinn is gigantic now. He is way too big for the baby bjorn, so I carry him around in the backpack. 

He is getting quite grabby. Last weekend while we were at Target shopping for Halloween costumes, he kept grabbing my right ear and trying to tear it off.

The night before, we took him to his first concert: Neil Young's Bridge School Benefit. It was a mellow lineup with Jack Johnson being the most upbeat act after ZZ Top cancelled. The whether was nice though, and Quinn stayed awake and engaged pretty much the whole night long.

Jessica's Axe

Sometime in July, Jessica used her saved-up allowance to buy her first electric guitar.

I had done some research online and the top contenders were the Squier 22.75" scale length mini strat vs a 19" Greg Bennett mini avion Les Paul clone. I wondered whether the strat might be too big for her, so I took her down the street to Gelb Music to check one out. We parked around the corner and stopped by their used gear shop on the way to the main store.

Jessica couldn't have been a cuter sight as we walked in, ragged green blankie clutched tightly.

Hanging on the wall was a used black mini strat, the precise thing we had come to see. I pulled it down and it seemed to be in good shape. The price was right too. At $59 it was 40% off the street price for a new one.

We plugged it into an amp, and I handed it off to Jessica to see what she thought. The shopkeeper watched approvingly as she shyly plunked away at her high E string only arrangement of Iron Man. From across the store another shopper gave me a congragulator "high five" look.

I'm not sure whether it was me or Jessica who was more proud as we walked out of the store with her new purchase.

Bad memories

Roxie called for me the other night and when I came in, I discovered that Lala was on the floor. I retrieved it for her, but she threw it down again. "It smells", she declared. It had been rained on earlier in the day during Googleween, and I guess this had affected it somehow.

"What does it smell like" I asked.

"Bad memories."

"Bad memories of what?"

"Bad memories of Harry Potter."

"What about Harry Potter."

"Scary things. Like ghostes."