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Monday, April 8, 2013

Frankenbaby

I love it when babies are first starting to walk.


MVI 0323 from Maureen on Vimeo.

MVI 0347 from Maureen on Vimeo.

And here is a bonus video of Ann Marie playing a game she invented, called "Where's the milk?" See, she likes to have a napkin so she can helpfully wipe up her tray, and one dinner she started YELLING YELLING YELLING to get my attention. She HAS to yell, because I tune out the yelling. It's a bit of a catch-22. When I finally realized she was trying to tell me something, I looked over and she had her napkin over her milk cup and was signing "milk" at me. And a game was born.

MVI 0348 from Maureen on Vimeo.

But before you leave me a comment telling me how that is the cutest thing you've ever seen, let me preempt you by telling you that it's only because you didn't see Ann Marie calling us all over to her high chair tonight so she could give us hugs.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

When engineers get mad

Last night Andrew and I got into a fight about fluid dynamics. Yep. See, I had been trying to recreate this weather experiment on cyclones and anti-cyclones: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzqvGIAWHOk, but I couldn’t get the dynamic profile to fully develop. If you don’t have time to click on the video, just know that the experimental set up is a can of ice set inside a pan of rheologic fluid which is in turn set inside a larger pan. The entire apparatus is spinning on a turntable, and at the start of the experiment, hot water is poured into the second, larger pan. The setup is a model of the earth: The can of ice models the cold “north pole”, and the hot water warms up the equator (the outside edge of the inner pan).

In the video, you can see three cyclones and three anti-cyclones form, and in between them is a continuous line which is a model for the jet stream. But when I tried to repeat the experiment, I never got steady cyclones or anti-cyclones; I just saw small transient cyclones form at the “north pole.” The video is only a demonstration and therefore doesn’t give a step-by-step methodology, so I wasn’t sure which critical thing I was missing. One of the differences between my set up and the one in the video, however, is that I have a Lazy Susan, and not an electric turntable, so I couldn’t start the rotation until after I had poured in the hot water, but I was pretty sure that wouldn’t matter. I thought I’d ask Andrew what he thought, though. You should note that I had shown Andrew the video the night before, so I thought he was familiar with the setup.

But Andrew said the lack of rotation would make a difference, because the hot water would make hot spots. I blinked. What? Hot spots? In the outer pan? I stared at him, confused. “No it wouldn’t,” I said, lamely.

“Of course it would!” he said. “The hot water would make one part hot before it could get everywhere!”

Again, I was at a loss. Did Andrew not understand that water… flows? “But the water doesn’t just stay in one place!” I said. “How could it make a hot spot?”

I won’t repeat the whole argument word for word, although, actually, I pretty much already did. We basically just kept repeating those two statements back and forth to each other, with growing frustration. “It HAS to create a hot spot!” “But the water doesn’t just stay still!”

Eventually, he said he couldn’t talk to me about it anymore, because he was just too aggravated. I, however, insisted that we continue. “I think you are not understanding something,” I said, “Because it cannot make a hot spot! The water is being poured into an empty pan. It goes all over the pan! It flows!”

“Wait… you’re not pouring the water into the fluid?” Andrew asked.

OH THANK GOODNESS. So here’s what was happening. Andrew thought I was pouring hot water into a cold fluid and failing to understand that this would create a hot spot before the mixture had time to come to thermal equilibrium, something that I should understand very well given my degree in chemical engineering which is basically the study of heat transfer and fluid flow. But to me, it seemed like Andrew was failing to understand that when you pour water into a dish it will not stack up on top of itself but will instead flow into the pan, something that Andrew should understand very well given that he has POURED WATER BEFORE.

I tell you, we argued about this for a good ten minutes. And I think we had such trouble finding different words to explain what we were talking about, because what each of us WANTED to say was, “WHY ARE YOU BEING AN IDIOT?”

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Use what you have


Andrew was holding the naked baby, having just gotten her ready for a bath. While I drew the bath, I noticed that this time, Andrew neglected to put a prefold diaper between her and his arm, the way he usually does in this situation. I turned my attention back to the tub and then heard Andrew yelling from the bathroom doorway. “Get me a diaper! Get me a diaper!” he cried out. But it took me too long and Andrew, already streaked with wet down his leg, saw the puddle on the floor approaching the kitchen baseboard. Because our house is so slanty, the baseboard does not actually meet the floor in a few places; for example, the place towards which the puddle was heading. So Andrew mopped it up with the only thing he had. His sock. Which he was wearing. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Wish I'd written it

Looking for a post I started writing a while back, I cam across this in my "to write" folder:

"Write about Curious George play and scooting to church and back and being chased by crocodiles and chasing the bunnies and scooting/walking around the park and showing daddy the bird berries and playing chase and nora swinging and what an awesome weekend"

It was created March 7, 2010. I don't even remember what "bird berries" are now.

Monday, March 4, 2013

So I am not losing my mind after all

Oh ho HO! My mother-in-law called me today, and guess what she found "stuck between the bed and the wall, it must have fallen down there, I don't know how"? That's RIGHT. My library book. And now she and her husband are jetting off to Costa Rica and I can't get my hands on it for two more weeks. ISN'T THAT CONVENIENT.

I kid. I kid because I love. She reads this blog, so in my last post I was teasing her with all my accusations of book theft and lies. But this does not change the fact that I secretly, deep down in my heart, thought the book was at her house, despite her insistence that they had looked everywhere. "Sure you did," I thought to myself. "Everywhere except where the book is."

WELL. She read my blog this morning and felt like she had to do a deep search for my library book, and there it was stuck next to the bed. And the good news is that the librarian took pity on me when I went in to pay for it, and let me renew it, so I have three weeks before they send the library police after me. Just enough time for my mother-in-law to take it to Costa Rica and read it herself.*

And now I will show you some of my child's art. I'm sorry. Except not really. What follows is a picture of what Jack likes to eat.

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Lest you think my children have sophisticated palates, note that the top left is a picture of mac 'n' cheese, and that's a hot dog up there on the right. But I think my favorite parts is the smile on the fish. Which, incidentally, I have never served whole.

 *She's not really taking it. She's going to drop it off at my brother-in-law's, and I can probably get it this coming weekend.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

7 Quick Takes


  1. It was finally my turn for Wild by Cheryl Strayed from the library, and I read it all week at my in-laws' while my floors were being refinished. I was thoroughly enjoying it. I am not enjoying it any longer because it has disappeared. I haven't seen it since the in-laws'. I have checked and rechecked all the bags we had with us, and I looked all over the car as well. My mother-in-law swears it's not at her house, but I don't know. I think she's holding out on me. Doesn't want to get on her own library's waiting list. But wherever it is now, it's supposed to be back at the library tomorrow, so I have to go down there and pay for it instead of racking up the late fees. I think they refund the money if you find it after the fact, so let's all hope that the act of paying for it will make it magically reappear in my mother-in-law's house.
  2. For this story, you will need to know that my sister has a nine-year-old son, a seven-year-old daughter, and a two-year-old son. I was talking to my sister last week, and her daughter was home sick from school. Around 1:30 or so, she started saying she needed to go, because she had to get in the car so the two-year-old could get a reasonable nap in on the way to school pick-up. The interesting thing here, though, is that her husband was picking up the nine-year-old that day to take him to ski club. Let me ask you this: At what point would YOU have realized you were loading your sick daughter into the car to go pick the very same daughter up from school? Me, I think I might have gotten as far as pulling out of the driveway. My sister figured it out while on the phone with me, though.
  3. I just had to pay a whole bunch of bills and it was really depressing. Don't let people tell you that painting is cheap, folks. Gah.
  4. Easter is going to be at my house this year, because we have all this SPACE. I'm looking forward to it.
  5. The skunk is gone. The skunk guy set the trap on Thursday; there was a skunk inside it by Friday morning. The poor skunk is gone now, so we just have to watch for signs of other skunks. Well, and also take down the shed and pour some concrete or something, but that's not for a while. Let's all keep our fingers crossed that our skunk was a hermit.
  6. I gave Andrew a haircut tonight. We bought a Wahl clipper to save on haircuts for him and Jack, and it has paid for itself many times over. But Andrew has also paid, because I am really not good at giving haircuts. He actually cuts Jack's hair so only one person has to suffer my poor skills, and Jack's hair always comes out fine. But poor Andrew. One time, I gave him an actual bald spot behind his ear, but he remained patient and forgave me. I've gotten better, so now when I cut it he ends up with merely a mediocre haircut instead of a "What happened to YOU?" haircut, so that's something. But can you imagine how it would have gone down if Andrew had put a bald spot in MY hair? Not well. It would not have gone down well. 
  7. I am out of takes.





Photo Saturday

Hey, my kids are pretty cute.

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Ready for the Family Valentine Dance

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Dancing!

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This is from Christmas, but I just discovered it and I love it.