Fussiness Cure

Nothing else works?

Put the baby on his changing table and get out the rhythmic shaker-egg.

Do the shaker-egg dance while singing gibberish that sounds like space-alien talk while making exaggerated faces.

The fussy baby will begin to smile and laugh.

Hold the shaker-egg in his left hand and shake it while singing and sort of dancing in place with him.

Then alternate hands.

This is a big hit.

Father’s Day – 6/15/08:  In the Xanthic Nursery this evening, Caution-Lady shot some Pentax Optio WR 3.2 video of my shaker-egg dance demonstration.  Little ’76 was, for the most part, more interested in CL and the camera than in my buffoonery.  Maybe better video another time when we get a dedicated video camera.

Traffic

Traffic’s way down since I moved over here. One of the better features WordPress offers real public commenting – anyone who wishes to comment on this blog may do so without signing up for a WordPress account. Odd thing is, I keep getting hits over on the Yahoo site even though I’ve posted notice that it’s abandoned. Well, I like abandoned buildings and waste places, so maybe it’s not that strange that others continue to find their way to that place now inhabited only by the screech-owl and the ghost of my online self.

I added a link over there (at right) under Folding Kayaks & Camping that you should look at. It’s the website of a guy over at www.folbotforum.com whose moniker is Flatwater. He’s taken the time to post trip reports, some photos, information about Folbots from the 1970s.

I once had a Folbot Square-Stern I bought from someone at the Folbot Forum for $100.00 plus shipping. My wife hated the boat, and I basically gave it away. The things we do for our wives. Well, I’ll be honest, I’d reached a point where I needed a boat to use, not one to wrack my brains and slash my hands trying to “restore” or at least make useable.

Finally, I just rechecked a web address (but I don’t know if you’ll want to look at it) given me by a guy I met at Gath Baptist Church in McMinnville, Tennessee, on your left as you go from McMinnville to Smithville. He performed a solo at a service my wife and I attended. We’d been invited by my old friend Jeff, who was serving as interim pastor/pulpit-guy. Jeff and I served the people of the State of Tennessee as probation officers for juvenile offenders in Warren, Van Buren, and whatever the hell the name of that county is in which Woodbury is situated.

As I was saying, that web address, which had been inactive for over a year, is now populated with a website. And the guy’s got some of his music available as mp3 downloads. Reminds of 1970s folksy-hippie Christian music. It’s funky, homegrown, and at least one of the songs is horrible, but horrible in a horribly fascinating way. My friend, Jeff, and this guy served together in the United States Marine Corps years ago.

Speaking of hippie Christian music reminds to point to the website of Radio Roswell, who claims that genre as his own.

The baby’s been fussy today, and my wife has a “motherhood can be trying” look on her face. I better get busy with stuff around the house.

No pictures today.