Monthly Archives: May 2013

Links: The How Are These Related Edition

A lot of these are on my desktop over the last month or so. I have not been paid for putting anything on this list – or even approached to do so

Lego Exchange – Ways to Recycle, Reuse and Recreate

Re. Create.

So LEGOs are expensive – yup. They also don’t go in for much recycling at all of plastic, paper or anything. Which is surprising really, if true.

But that article links to and talks about PleyGo, a Play-As-You-Go monthly service that allows kids and parents to trade and rent out LEGOs. That’s pretty cool.

A second link at the same site talks about ReBrickable, a service doing much the same thing, though down to the single LEGO, if I’m reading it right. There’s also LEGOexchange, which isn’t a live site yet but I have to imagine is going to do something similar.


This is the last thing Eddie created out of LEGOS earlier this week.                                                               He called it the R-17 Scorpion “because of its sting.”



Expressions of a Three-Month-Old Baby Boy

One of the big things I noticed about Jasper, today he is three months old, is the huge range of expressions on that tiny face. He wiggles, he dances, he leaps and jumps. And that’s just his cheeks. His smile is huge, he can giggle and push out his lips and squint and everything is always moving and always fleeting.

The Starfruits Are Aligned


The breakfast of … astronauts. They’re still better in fruit salads but they may be the most beautiful.

Helping Friends Move – Etiquette

I’ve moved a few times in my life – it’s usually the books and papers that make it really hard. I’ve had some help in Arizona. Down to Arizona; a van company that bilked us out of a few $1,000 before they would unload all my stuff. That was to Safford from Kent, Washington. I got there May 11th. All our stuff came later and they dumped it in the house. Then just four months later to Casa Grande. In October, when it was just as hot. Then to Eloy in ?? 2007?? To a house rented from Joe Meacham, fellow reporter. Then to 21st Avenue and Camelback. Then in 2010 to Scottsdale, 83rd Street & Chaparral. Then to our current location.

Mike Hamilton has helped with the chaos the last two times. So, he asked me – through Word With Friends chat – whether I could help him and his family move. I instantly said yes because of the help, before. the two flights of stairs almost made me regret the decision, but luckily we were NOT moving everything – just boxes. I got hot; the boxes were not heavy or huge as I have a tendency to make them. We cleared out the garage, as well. And unloading was much much easier and largely in the shade.

As always, the etiquette is to give back. To be there for friends. To pay back debts. It felt good to be able to give back.

Early on a Sunday

I’m awake. It’s 6:15. On a Sunday. This is slightly unprecedented. And by slightly I mean completely, when not involving an airplane. For Jack it’s a regular but I got up before him today. It wasn’t long before I heard something. It sounded like one of the cats was shutting the open dryer door. Instead, I walked around and saw Jack sitting cross-legged on two plastic storage boxes, Iron Man sunglasses and red Cars walkie talkie in hand. I so wanted a photo – but decided that would be one of those pictures that just stays inside.

“Good morning daddy.”  He thought I might be upset that he was on there. “Good morning, Jack. How are you?” “Great.” Kisses. “Keep going.”

My first instinct was to work a little, low-brain, time-intensive stuff. But then I realized I’ve been trying to write a few blog posts all week. It’s now 7:08 and Jackie has been in and out talking and playing. Jasper started wailing though I left the room with both mom and Jasper sleeping. I went in and saw the second sweet boy smile of the day. I’m still waiting for the third, but he’s not up, yet.

“Daddy … What?” (Sounding more gentle then it looks on the screen.) … I love you 61 times. Noo, 31 times. 61 has become his favorite number, he walks around telling people he will give them. 61 bucks. Yesterday he started correcting it to 31; I like to think he’s being more careful with his money .. but then he just said, “I love you 81 times.”

I actually woke up at 5:40. Went to the bathroom, got dressed and was headed out to wake up the kids ready for a work day when something clicked that it wasn’t a work day.

It’s 7:25 and Jack has now been sent to his room by mom – it easily could have been me – for complaining, loudly and poutily no one reads to him, continuing to flick a book’s pages even when being asked and then told to stop. He hit Jasper’s bouncy chair after making a special effort to walk around the table to do so.

I’m now watching the 1st episode of the 6th season of West Wing on my phone as I type. Mom and Jasper are now outside, enjoying the early morning coolness. The day has begun.