I love reading Marc’s Green Living Blog. I do try to be conscious of eco-friendly or green choices, but his blog offers so much more than just that. Yesterday’s post “Finally, My Flying Car is Here” is a great example! I mean, would you really think of flying cars as something green? I mean, heck, they’re totally important, don’t get me wrong. As an avid Sci-Fi reader I’ve been waiting for the promised flying car for years! But to learn that not only is this car legal to fly with only 20 hours of flying time, but it also gets better gas mileage than my truck.

Now if they’d just invent a flying trailer to go with it – or a truck that gets better than 13MPG and can still tow a 2-horse trailer.

In other news:

Jaryth’s site is back up. So if you’ve been jonesing for pictures like this, your wait is over. I’ve built it so that I can add new pictures by just uploading them into a directory. Lazy, yes, but heck, the photos are on the site again, so I’m happy, and hopefully his faraway relatives are too. ☺

I asked him to “smile” as I took the picture. This is the result.

Jaryth Smiling for the Camera

I know, I don’t need any more sweets in my life. But Pepperidge Farms hit the jackpot with me with their Chocolate Goldfish Grahams. Jaryth doesn’t like them, but that’s okay, I do.

Yum!

Jaryth was a bit scared of his first lesson. But as I told Danielle, his teacher, starting low means he has more room for improvement. He cried less on day 2.

We are participating in a garage sale today and tomorrow, and it’s been interesting.

In the morning you get all the people who look like they are searching for a Van Gogh hidden among our clothes. They glance at the stuff and sniff or if they are feeling sorry for us tell us they like our house/barn/dog/tree before they walk away. They do an awesome job making you look at the detritus of your life and think “wow, I bought a lot of crap!” and then you consider dropping the prices even though you have only been out there for an hour. But you stand firm, after all none of them even made an offer let alone bought anything.

Then around mid-day the neighbors start showing up. They ask how your dog is doing (he died a month ago) then comment on how big Jaryth is getting and how they see us walking every day. I think most of our neighbors know us by sight, but we only know the one or two who come out. It’s bizarre to be greeted by people who comment on how big Jaryth is, and they are complete strangers to you.

It’s 3pm now and we’ve done pretty well. Most of the big baby things are gone. One monitor sold. And some jewelry. The computers will have to go to Costco, I suspect. And the baby toys and clothes to charity.

But we still have one more day!

I was talking to my Dad today about Jaryth’s language. He was wondering if we spoke baby talk to him or if we tried to encourage him to speak correctly. I then commented on how we had been trying to get him to use the pronoun “I” rather than “he” or “baby” or “Jaryth” when referring to himself.

So, just now, Jaryth came upstairs and was asking me where the remote controlled car was. Mark told him and then Jaryth said “he wants it”. Meaning that he wants to play with the car. Mark then said, “no, you should say ‘I want it’ to say that you want it.”

Guess what Jaryth is now saying over and over and over?

“I want it.”

“I want it.”

“I want it!”

He cracks me up.

He’s still downstairs telling Mark, “I want it.”