Tėtė: What should I be for Halloween?
Daughter: Tėtė.
Tėtė: But I'm Tėtė every day.
Daughter: I don't know.
Tėtė: Don't you remember dressing up for Halloween?
Daughter: Yes.
Tėtė: So who should I be this time?
Daughter: Mama.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
For Cereal
#2 doesn't know why the term for cereal is funny, but she knows it's some kind of joke.
"Tete, I wanna play with you."
"For cereal?"
*sigh* "Yes...for cereal."
"Tete, I wanna play with you."
"For cereal?"
*sigh* "Yes...for cereal."
Friday, June 7, 2013
Children...children...future...future...
I had one of those moments yesterday. Unfortunately, nobody though to bring me a beer (except for myself).
Piano/guitar recitals yesterday. #1 has been playing the piano for six months now. She was amazing. She played Tarantula.
The rest of the recital was just like Children...children...future...future...I was not able to sit through it to the end. But let's back up to the beginning. (If anybody has a link to the Simpson's clip in English, I'd put it right up.)
Knowing what a mess the show would be, I called ahead to Verkiai Restaurant to confirm the sale of beer. When I get there, they say no, the kitchen's closed. I'm ordering beer here, not food, and two hours ago on the phone you told me no problem. Turns out there is a problem, they don't have a cash register (What?), so they can't take orders separate from the single event renting the premises/ordering some snacks and punch at the end of the ordeal. So, to get a beer they have to include it's price in the main order and charge the piano teacher, to whom I then have to give six lits in coins. Awesome.
And then they tap a new keg to pour me the one beer, which takes them about 25 minutes. Awesomer.
#1's performance was definitely the best. That doesn't mean she was the best pianist, but she did choose her song most wisely. The kids who are better than she chose songs that were too hard, or maybe their parents made them, but so they made mistakes. Some of my favorites, like Joplin's Ragtime, were destroyed. Each time I heard a song come on that I like I cringed, feeling the music march itself up to the gallows.
Looking around me, I knew that I was not alone. The rest of the parents shared my fate. There were four types of faces in the audience: yawning, eyes-shut, shit-eating-grin, and video camera. The last was one that each parent took his turn at when his kid went up. I took my turns at the first and third, doing my best not to let my face betray the horror I was feeling. I was even intent on sitting through it, golden rule and all. But after about 20 songs I volunteered to take #2 for a walk, because "she" was getting antsy.
And I thought to myself, after I'd escaped from musical hell, golden rule? Perhaps, in this bizarro world of disharmony, the golden rule is different. Maybe it's Every Man For Himself. So we'll see if I get over it before next year's concert (Oh God, please don't let them be more often than annual), but I think the best plan of action might be to bribe the teacher to let my kid (the talented one!) go first, and quietly take our leave immediately thereafter.
Note to parents: #2 was dramatically displeased not to receive any flowers, despite my insistence that she "did do anything to deserve flowers."
Piano/guitar recitals yesterday. #1 has been playing the piano for six months now. She was amazing. She played Tarantula.
The rest of the recital was just like Children...children...future...future...I was not able to sit through it to the end. But let's back up to the beginning. (If anybody has a link to the Simpson's clip in English, I'd put it right up.)
Knowing what a mess the show would be, I called ahead to Verkiai Restaurant to confirm the sale of beer. When I get there, they say no, the kitchen's closed. I'm ordering beer here, not food, and two hours ago on the phone you told me no problem. Turns out there is a problem, they don't have a cash register (What?), so they can't take orders separate from the single event renting the premises/ordering some snacks and punch at the end of the ordeal. So, to get a beer they have to include it's price in the main order and charge the piano teacher, to whom I then have to give six lits in coins. Awesome.
And then they tap a new keg to pour me the one beer, which takes them about 25 minutes. Awesomer.
#1's performance was definitely the best. That doesn't mean she was the best pianist, but she did choose her song most wisely. The kids who are better than she chose songs that were too hard, or maybe their parents made them, but so they made mistakes. Some of my favorites, like Joplin's Ragtime, were destroyed. Each time I heard a song come on that I like I cringed, feeling the music march itself up to the gallows.
Looking around me, I knew that I was not alone. The rest of the parents shared my fate. There were four types of faces in the audience: yawning, eyes-shut, shit-eating-grin, and video camera. The last was one that each parent took his turn at when his kid went up. I took my turns at the first and third, doing my best not to let my face betray the horror I was feeling. I was even intent on sitting through it, golden rule and all. But after about 20 songs I volunteered to take #2 for a walk, because "she" was getting antsy.
And I thought to myself, after I'd escaped from musical hell, golden rule? Perhaps, in this bizarro world of disharmony, the golden rule is different. Maybe it's Every Man For Himself. So we'll see if I get over it before next year's concert (Oh God, please don't let them be more often than annual), but I think the best plan of action might be to bribe the teacher to let my kid (the talented one!) go first, and quietly take our leave immediately thereafter.
Note to parents: #2 was dramatically displeased not to receive any flowers, despite my insistence that she "did do anything to deserve flowers."
Monday, March 11, 2013
Monopoly
We played Monopoly with #1 for the first time ever. Here are my properties after the first time around the board. As usual, I won. And as always, somebody cried.
Although the box says 8+, I think you need to be a pretty patient 8 year old with an understanding of value to enjoy it through to the end.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Apron Styling
Made some banana bread with the kid, she goes "Čia Močiutei?" (This is for Grandma?)
Her job was to mix in the flour at the end, so she had to hold the wooden spoon for an extended period. Each time she dropped she yelled "Nesulaužiau!" (I didn't break it)
When I finally got the flour out she said "What's this?" Flour. "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
She finally mixed if for a minute and her hand got tired. That's fine, do you wanna grease the pans? "No. Bet aš vistiek gražiai atrodau." (But I look nice anyway) Sure you do. Wait is that why you said you wanna help me, just so you can put on your apron? "Yes."
Friday, December 28, 2012
Reading
Phone call:
What's up?
Hi Tete.
What are you doing?
I'm just reading.
What are you reading?
That book I got from Santa Claus, Nina.
Nina Sharp, from Fringe?
No.
So what's it about?
I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
It's about alot of things, it's not just one part.
So tell me everything you know so far.
I don't know anything.
What do you mean, aren't you reading it?
Yeah but I don't know anything yet.
How can you know nothing? What's the first part about?
A black star.
Well what's the black star do? Is it bad, or good?
I don't know!
What did you read about it? Nothing?
I just got hungry.
So wait, you sat down to read, opened up the first chapter, saw that it's called Black Star, then took a break?
I didn't take a break I just got hungry.
You got hungry so you took a bread to eat, right?
Yes.
Alright, well good luck reading that book.
What's up?
Hi Tete.
What are you doing?
I'm just reading.
What are you reading?
That book I got from Santa Claus, Nina.
Nina Sharp, from Fringe?
No.
So what's it about?
I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
It's about alot of things, it's not just one part.
So tell me everything you know so far.
I don't know anything.
What do you mean, aren't you reading it?
Yeah but I don't know anything yet.
How can you know nothing? What's the first part about?
A black star.
Well what's the black star do? Is it bad, or good?
I don't know!
What did you read about it? Nothing?
I just got hungry.
So wait, you sat down to read, opened up the first chapter, saw that it's called Black Star, then took a break?
I didn't take a break I just got hungry.
You got hungry so you took a bread to eat, right?
Yes.
Alright, well good luck reading that book.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Christmas Food
Christmas Eve
Bagels with some homemade lox cream-cheese and onion bagels from America.
This year I decided to make two varieties of Christmas Cod:
the usual (Elona Vaišnienės recipe), and a spicy version.
Shrimp--good, but I think we got the wrong kinda shrimp.
Special Lady's crab salad.
Herring, sour cream, and boiled potatoes.
Another kind of herring.
Two more kinds of herring, for a total of four herring dishes.
Šližikai
Christmas
The production of the BBQ Bacon Explosion. I was only have to get such a nice weave because of some excellent bacon I was very lucky to get at Druskos Namai, my favorite new restaurant in Vilnius.
The BBQ Bacon Explosion was excellent.
Home fries on the side.
BBQ sauce on the side.
Christmas II
Beef Stir Fry, with some excellent beef.
I also made some onion rolls to make sandwiches with leftover Explosion, which were great, but not photo worthy.
As you can see most dishes are made on the first day. On the second day you only need a few more because of all the leftovers, only a couple more on the third. I planned to make a chicken today two, but I barely got to the beef. Chicken is put off until tomorrow.
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