Owen Dance

I often take many photos in rapid succession. When reviewing them later, I have this habit of repeatedly toggling two or three photos back and forth if the result looks funny. Sometimes I do it until my eyes tear up. Here is an example set to music. Hopefully Owen will forgive me…some day.

  

Yes Sir, That’s my Baby

Some news is so big, it’s hard to figure how it best fits into a blog post, which is basically the only reason I haven’t blogged about it sooner. We’re having our first baby in August. I am excited to meet him. We had our first ultrasound this Thursday.  Above you can see our first view of the little guy with his little, revolutionary fist raised. He’s got a pretty beefy looking little bicep for a banana-sized person, don’t you think?

The ultrasound technology really amazed me. I hadn’t really researched what the ultrasound would look like before we went (which in retrospect kind of surprises me. I always research things!) Here is a movie of the 3D rendering. In this one he rubs his eye and touches his nose and cheek:

He weighs in at about 12 oz (0.34 kg). In this one I think it looks kind of like he’s laughing:

In the more traditional 2D ultra sound view, you can see his heart beating, and his spine. He kicks and wiggles around a bit:



  

Feral Kittens

My brother rescued some feral kittens two weeks ago. Beth and I were fortunately visiting for my Dad’s 58th birthday just 2 days after they were rescued, so we got to meet them.

The kitties hid inside the space under the dishwasher for some of their first 48 hours indoors. Apparently new kittens hiding inside a dishwasher is common enough that numerous people have posted questions about such a situation online.

My dad constructed a kitty scooping device using a candy cane lawn decoration, but it was not very successful.  I think leaving the kitties alone with the room quiet and a source of food, water and litter outside the dishwasher is the best approach.  They’ll want to come out eventually–and so they did; From the dishwasher they migrated to the under-space of the refrigerator. Here they’ve been blocked from getting back in there again, but they still liked hiding next to the fridge. They climbed around back there for a while, alternating which kitten was on top. I couldn’t tell whether they found it preferable to be on the bottom (and therefore protected by a feline shield), or on top and more mobile. After a while, I moved them to an alternate safe space—a pet taxi with food and water plates and a towel to lay on. They seemed to realize it was a preferable haven compared to the canyon next to the refrigerator. Here they are munching on some chicken in there:

I’m amazed that wild kittens can know how to use a litter box the first time they see one. They understood what it was for right away. After a meal, we put the orange tabby in the litter box, and he scratched around then stood up on two legs to relieve himself—a bizarre technique. I wish I’d captured it on video, although perhaps you will be glad that I didn’t. He’s quite good at standing. The calico cat liked to hide behind the litter box when she wasn’t in the pet taxi, as Kanye is pointing out here:

 

After all the offering of fingers to kitties, we made some mushroom/asparagus risotto. Kanye was not invited:

End of story.