Tetris

I'm constantly reminded of the ways in which life is like a game. Today's game: Tetris (original version with background music)

We like our eclectic collection of furniture. Some finely made used pieces from thrift stores, IKEA glue togethers, and the few quality handmades by Emery's dad round out the objects relieving us of much needed space in our home. On the other hand, living on the ground might kinda suck.

We also like to rearrange our furniture often. This poses a problem with our current house situation. We have small rooms with specific functions. Add to this the tubs of gear and memorables stacked in all various hiding spots and I've got a dilemma. Now do you understand the Tetris reference?

Also, we are selling our Fit because we bought a new car. However, while we have two and Colin has to get his in and out of the driveway, we move cars around constantly. Speaking of the Fit, here's a funny ad used to sell it in Europe when it was the Honda Jazz.



My day is complete, now that some of the pieces have fallen into place for a great day.

Sucka MC's

A sucker. Also known as a plug, binky, pacifier, and across the pond as a dummy. That one item of silicone and plastic makes my life easier.

Sure, I use toys, a swing, bouncer, and even various carrying positions to satisfy his desires of happiness and mine of non-screaming babies. However, this one item makes more of a difference than all others, except Mommy of course.

I should build a shrine to the thing, but instead I'm writing this ode to its bountiful brilliance. Soon, when he can crawl, I'll embark on a scientific experiment. I'll place him on the floor directly between the sucker and I. Whichever he crawls to first wins. Of course, if he heads in the direction of the pacifier, I'll have to ensure my victory by picking him up and being the great father who gives him the object of ultimate joy.