DadisthenewMom remembers highlights from Twenty Oh Ten
DadisthenewMom started the year like most people – by making a drunken boast. Mine was to publish an animated short film, and while I didn’t get any of the ones I was working on to that stage, there is a good reason why: I started teaching animation. I feel like getting to teach and publishing my own works let me practice my animation with more or less the same frequency. Lets call it a draw.
It was cold and I hated it
We manage to escape from winter’s icy grasp and end our hibernation. The Child can now spend her days outdoors and begins to smell less “nutty.”
I cant remember if they were holding it up or trying to pull it down. Who cares, we’re not indoors anymore.
Is this when Easter is? If so, we did egg related activities: eating them, painting them, hiding them, looking for them and getting sick of them.
I think we traveled to D.C. for various reasons. One reason was for our kid to practice getting sick and going to emergency rooms in a new city, another reason was to take her to the National Zoo where her favorite animal was the wild water misting station.
The Child turned 2. She was cute.
Day trips with friends was the dominating theme of the summer.
We buy Fuffalow. Biking becomes the primary mode of transportation.
The Great August Biking Craze of “oh ten” also saw an obsession with biking couture.
We took The Child and her friend Dee to Oktoberfest.
The Spouse, who is better than all of your spouses combined, planned an elaborate scavenger hunt/party for my 30th birthday. Highlights were (in no particular order) statehouse protests, lasers, triforce punch, holi color fights, art galleries, confusing bums, extortion, poetry, pinatas, pirate ships, broken glass, frightening strangers, and a spyglass.
Trick or treat also happened. The Child was a monkey thanks to Grandma Larky’s sewing prowess.
Fall stuff. Farmers markets and puffy vests.
Fall was also marked by an increase in “old-timey” or “Mountain Dew” light in the evenings.
The family buys its first new car, a Mazda 5. Remember that really short basketball player from a couple of years back? It’s like him. It can keep up with the big mutant players, but looks normal off the court. Its got lots of room to haul, seats that appear as if from nowhere, it isn’t an unwieldy behemoth like a minivan. Also, The Child named it “Fivel.”
Soon we’ll give and receive gifts, meet friends, laugh together and try to sing that “dah who dorehs” song from the Grinch and make some more drunken boasts. We’ll see you all here next year.