You can still de-lurk yourself as part of De-Lurk Day here.
A couple of months ago, I got Miriam a set of small plastic models of glow-in-the-dark planets to hang from her ceiling. I had planets hanging from my ceiling when I was a kid, and I have nothing but good memories about it. Mine were made by hand as a kind of craft project, which I remember vividly, but I was older than Miriam at the time. I decided that for now, the pre-made plastic planets would do very nicely.
I brought home the kit, which included nine planets (it was manufactured prior to the abolition of Pluto as a planet, apparently, or else they just felt sorry for it, as I do), special clear string, and sticky tack to attach the planets to the ceiling.
I must have opened the package, meaning to put it up right then, and then got distracted, because when I went back to do it an hour or two later, the package was empty and the planets were nowhere to be found. Or rather, they were to be found - one under the couch, a few in the corner of the living room, one on the kitchen counter, etc. I guess Miriam was really excited to get started all by herself. At least the string and sticky tack were undisturbed, right?
Over the course of the afternoon, Miriam I managed to track down all the planets. When I finally had them all together, I went to gather the string and sticky tack. They were gone.
Days went by. I found the sticky tack, which Miriam tried to commandeer, and she did end up getting a chunk of it, but I confiscated the rest.
Months have passed, and I have yet to find the string. The planets are sitting in the back of a drawer in the kitchen. I put the sticky tack somewhere safe, I think. Maybe someday those planets will end up on Miriam's ceiling, but it's not looking too good.
Today, Miriam got two little wind-up fish to play with in the bath, as a little gift from Grandma. She played with them all afternoon, waiting impatiently for evening to come so she could take them in the bath in all their wind-up swimming glory. She was so excited about it.
After a few hours, one of them broke.
When bath time finally came, we couldn't find the other, non-broken one.
This is why we can't have nice things.
A couple of months ago, I got Miriam a set of small plastic models of glow-in-the-dark planets to hang from her ceiling. I had planets hanging from my ceiling when I was a kid, and I have nothing but good memories about it. Mine were made by hand as a kind of craft project, which I remember vividly, but I was older than Miriam at the time. I decided that for now, the pre-made plastic planets would do very nicely.
I brought home the kit, which included nine planets (it was manufactured prior to the abolition of Pluto as a planet, apparently, or else they just felt sorry for it, as I do), special clear string, and sticky tack to attach the planets to the ceiling.
I must have opened the package, meaning to put it up right then, and then got distracted, because when I went back to do it an hour or two later, the package was empty and the planets were nowhere to be found. Or rather, they were to be found - one under the couch, a few in the corner of the living room, one on the kitchen counter, etc. I guess Miriam was really excited to get started all by herself. At least the string and sticky tack were undisturbed, right?
Over the course of the afternoon, Miriam I managed to track down all the planets. When I finally had them all together, I went to gather the string and sticky tack. They were gone.
Days went by. I found the sticky tack, which Miriam tried to commandeer, and she did end up getting a chunk of it, but I confiscated the rest.
Months have passed, and I have yet to find the string. The planets are sitting in the back of a drawer in the kitchen. I put the sticky tack somewhere safe, I think. Maybe someday those planets will end up on Miriam's ceiling, but it's not looking too good.
Today, Miriam got two little wind-up fish to play with in the bath, as a little gift from Grandma. She played with them all afternoon, waiting impatiently for evening to come so she could take them in the bath in all their wind-up swimming glory. She was so excited about it.
After a few hours, one of them broke.
When bath time finally came, we couldn't find the other, non-broken one.
This is why we can't have nice things.