The Tissue Relay

We're back in Niskayuna after a fun visit with my parents. I'll have more to say about How to Teach Physics to Your Dog in the near future (including number crunching on the sales rank tracker), but I'm running a little slow at the moment thanks to what was either food poisoning, or some short-duration intestinal bug (either way, if you visit the Corning Museum cafe, avoid the mac and cheese). Thus, we will ease back into blogging with some cute-baby video:

This is SteelyKid in the newly refinished basement at my parents' house, playing her new game: she takes a tissue out of the box, mimes blowing her nose or wiping her face, then runs across the room to put it in the trash. This clip is about a minute out of a ten-minute stretch of nothing but running back and forth across the basement with Kleenex.

It's much cuter than that description sounds, of course. Watch the video. And I'll be back with obsessive book-blogging tomorrow.

More like this

Since our recent trip to Vermont, SteelyKid has been obsessed with building blanket forts. These have mostly been in the living room, leading to a bit of angst at the end of the day when we need the blankets back.
It's a grey, dismal, rainy day here at Chateau Steelypips, and I'm a little groggy from cold medication. Which means it's not a great writing day, but it is a good day to stay inside and do a little SCIENCE! for the photo of the day. thus, this:
I don't have a lot of experience with small hospitals. My medical school's hospital was about two square blocks of buildings, all of them attached, ranging in age from 100 years to 10 years. The were connected by irregular bridges and linked (ex)-fire escapes, and by miles of dim tunnels.
That way, if you have a flood in your basement that completely submerges the bottom shelves of your bookcases, you don't lose anything especially valuable.

I like the "one shoe off and one shoe on" effect, along with the burbling to herself.

By Lauren Uroff (not verified) on 28 Dec 2009 #permalink

The one shoe off (always the right shoe) is a SteelyKid trademark. She kicks that one shoe off every time, so after a while we just stop putting it back on her.

That is just adorable, kids sure know how to live it up.

OMG! I'm about to expire from a fatal overdose of cute!

We used to call my son Shoe-dini, because no one could keep shoes on his feet for more than three or four minutes at a time.

A lot of our bedtime stories were making up the adventures of Shoe-dini, who had adventures all over the world without his shoes on.

By Lauren Uroff (not verified) on 28 Dec 2009 #permalink

this is just a primitive way of making her run suicide sprints, good to see you are working on her coordination and agility early! Yeah Steely-Kid!