Surveillance, Impishness, Parmesan, Lounging
I got a few weeks behind. Sorry about that. Christopher reminded me the other day, and it’s not that I just wasn’t thinking about it at all, but I promised him I would get caught up on the weeklies, so here we are.
Greta’s already getting that suspicion that kids three or four times her age begin to have, wherein her toys are only lifeless and still when she’s awake, but when she sleeps, they party. So she was doing some investigation, and I got this picture from the tapes. Don’t tell.
Playing on the floor and, oh, hey there, dad!
We took this next one at the Redmond Saturday Market. There are two guys who sell sausage, onion, and pepper heros (that’s how they spell it), and they’re pretty amusing. They call everybody paisan and give out sausage samples and basically rake in all the money because their things are great and delicious. Anyway, Greta loves these guys and is always asking if we’re going to go see them. This particular day, they were topping their goods with parmesan cheese, and she was just going on and on about how good of a complement it was, particularly with the yellow peppers (they have different peppers every week), and how she was wondering if this particular parmesan was more on the nutty side, and whether it was salty, and on and on and on. She’s quite the connoisseur, and very curious.
And finally, here she is basking in the glow of just having gnawed on the length of one whole edge of Wes and Leslie‘s coffee table. After tasting the whole edge, she offered the opinion that the part just before the far corner was, and I quote, “the most toothsome.”
August 31st, 2009 at 6:53 am
I look forward to more still from Greta’s hidden cam.