amalnahurriyeh: A red-haired Olivia Dunham, smiling. (boliva grin)
( Jun. 3rd, 2013 02:08 pm)
It's Blogging for LGBT Families Day today on the internet. I posted something not-that-long, but I did it on Tumblr, so people might see it. It's here: The Same and Not-The-Same, and it basically runs through the past four weeks in our life with an emphasis on what's the same for us as queer family and what's not quite the same. I should mention that it includes discussion of miscarriage, since we/Leigh [how do you quantify that?] had one last week. People on Tumblr/Twitter probably know this already...but I'm probably going to have to process some on here at some point soon. When I have the energy to write words.

If you're an LGBT parent--and I think I have some--think about posting something today on Tumblr or elsewhere about your parenting life! And then you can share it at Mombian here!
Isk in the supermarket, pointing at a box of Uncle Ben's brand rice: Look. Barack Obama rice.

Amal and Leigh: *don't know whether to burst out laughing or weep*
Amal: *points out that Uncle Ben does not, in fact, look like Barack Obama*
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder, looking down and laughing (mulder laugh)
( Mar. 21st, 2013 11:23 pm)
Today, when we went to Walmart to buy ink cartridges, Leigh discovered that The Hobbit was out on DVD. So we went to the movie rental store and borrowed it for the night. (Yes, we have a meatspace movie store we can drive to where they hand us physical DVDs. Also we rent movies from there. It really is the dark ages up here.)

Anyway, Leigh and I watched it tonight. We liveblogged it as we watched on our tumblrs. You can read all of my posts here and hers are here.

I don't think we said anything interesting. I displayed an unfortunate affection for Smaug's eyeball and the specter of fire-roasted kale, though.
amalnahurriyeh: Astrid Farnsworth, in profile, giving a thumbs up. (astrid thumbs up)
( Feb. 24th, 2013 02:25 pm)
Leigh and Isk are currently at work in the living room/dining room, creating a sorting system for all of his toys and placing all of the random objects throughout those rooms in those boxes after determining which category they belong to. So far, there has been an argument about whether there can be a helicopter box, whether 'castle blocks' go in the blocks box (and whether there needs to ne a subcategory for 'lincoln logs', and whether sponges in the shapes of animals count as 'figurines.' I anticipate about three more hours of this, with intermittant shouting.

2:30 on a Sunday is too early to start drinking, right?

[I, on the other hand, have already cleaned the whole my standards. I am 100% sure Leigh will walk in and tell me everything that's wrong with it, but my ability to care is, you know. Limited.]


[community profile] purimgifts is live! I got a nice little mytharc-y XF fic yesterday, all about Teena & the extended Spender/Mulder family dramaz. Today's fic hasn't gone live for me yet, so I'm just gonna keep refreshing my gifts page...
Isk: Do you know what my favorite tv show is?
Amal: No, what is it?
Isk: Guess! It starts with an F!
Amal: I can't think of anything. What?
Isk: Phonics Farm!
Amal: *keeps a straight face*
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Plastic Flamingo from Acadia, with text "bring it on." (flamingo)
( Jan. 9th, 2013 09:47 am)
My son has become obsessed with knock-knock jokes. The problem is that he keeps trying to make them up, and they are AWFUL.

Him: Knock knock!
Me: Who's there?
Him: Belly button.
Me: Belly button who?
Him: BELLY BUTTON BEAR! *laughs uncontrollably*
Me: ...

Him: Knock knock!
Me: Who's there?
Him: Jelly.
Me: Jelly who?
Him: JELLY JAM! *laughs uncontrollably*
Me: *laughs politely*

Therefore, I need to suddenly know a lot of knock-knock jokes to tell him. Anybody got some?

(The only two I know are the banana/orange one and the olive one.)
amalnahurriyeh: Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, reading and looking surprised. (sherlock reading)
( Dec. 27th, 2012 01:43 pm)
Leigh is in bed, sick with the post-Christmas stomach bug that we've been passing around. (I'm not entirely free of it, myself, but am more conscious than yesterday.) So I'm on Isk duty. I told Isk that I had to do some writing, because I'm not done my [community profile] fringe_exchange story yet (yup, I'm that asshole holding up reveal. Well, probably not the only one). "I have to finish this story, because it's a gift for someone, and they want to get their gift," I explained, hoping that he'd consent to go sit in the den with the TV on and let me write in the dining room.

"I want to write a story for C!" he said. "For her present!" So he sits down across from me and demands paper and crayons, and gets to work.

Two minutes later:

"I am writing a story for C's mom," he says, now. "How do you spell Sherlock?"

"What is Sherlock going to do in your story?"

"Amazing things."

I spell Sherlock. He carefully writes each letter (replacing the ones he can't write with circles and squiggles--hey, he's only four), and then draws a vaguely humanoid figure at the top.

"J-J-J," he says. "J is the first letter in John. This is a story of Sherlock and John." He draws a J. I help him with the rest (that silent H is a bitch, really, when you think about it). He adds another humanoid figure at the bottom of the page.

He gets a new piece of paper. "How do you spell tiger?"
amalnahurriyeh: Sherlock: Molly Hooper, being awesome in a Christmas jumper.. (molly)
( Dec. 20th, 2012 06:54 pm)
"Iskander Nahurriyeh, if I can see your scrotum, you did not put your underpants on right."

-Today's Parental Wisdom

(Somebody reassure me that, someday, my four year old will be potty-trained, able to dress himself, and willing to eat a meal that does not contain chips of some sort. *rubs temples tiredly*)
amalnahurriyeh: Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, "thinking." (sherlock couch)
( Dec. 11th, 2012 11:31 am)
I have spent the past two days HIDING from an email in my inbox. Even leaving my inbox open, with the little "Inbox (1) - [meatspace name@...]" tab sitting there at the top of the page, taunting me. It was interview question responses for work. I don't know WHY it was making me anxious to think about reading it, but lordy, it was.

I just opened it. The responses are fine. My interviewee made a request about how I use the data that is kind of a bummer (leads to no immediate CV line for me), but is totally within hir rights, and the long term potential for the data is still there. See, self? Nothing to be scared of!

Sigh. Oh, brains.


I honestly don't know if my Yuletide story is done. There's one scene from the outline not completed. I have no idea what goes in that scene. (Well, I know what goes in it *structurally.* I have no idea what the content is.) I can't tell if it's necessary. Sigh. I hate this stage of writing.


SCENE: Amal is sitting in the TV room, charging her phone and poking it.

Leigh enters from the living room, shuffling in wearing the bathrobe she is wearing around the house because it's cold, and which she has started referring to as her "dressing gown" because she thinks it sounds more civilized to wear a dressing gown around the house. (It is the bathrobe from this picture. It is not a dressing gown.)

Leigh: How come you didn't tell me we were moving into the den?
Amal: I said, "Oh, I have to go charge my phone," stood up, picked up my phone and computer, and left the room. Ten minutes ago.
Leigh: Really? I thought you were just going to the bathroom.
Amal: *narrows her eyes* I was in Dublin yesterday.
Leigh: Shut up.


Isk wrote a recipe today.

A Surprise Cake Funny

One Killed Cow
Two Eggs
One Live Chicken
A Person
A Piece of Paper
One Killed Chicken

Directions: EAT IT.

My boy. I'm so...proud?
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder, looking down and laughing (mulder laugh)
( Dec. 8th, 2012 03:00 pm)
Since I added/was added by a bunch of new people on [personal profile] kouredios's friending meme, I feel like I have a duty to post things. Here goes.


Isk invented a new food the other day. He explained, very carefully, that he wanted a bread quesadilla. You know, a quesadilla, but with bread instead of a tortilla.

I paused. "You mean a grilled cheese sandwich?"

"No," he said, in that tone of voice that children use when correcting stupid adults. "A. Bread. Quesadilla."

"Oh. OK." And I made him one.

Points for decolonizing the grilled cheese?


We are behind on getting reading for the December holidays. Today is the first night of Hanukkah, and we're going over a friend's house to do candlelighting and latkes with her and her daughter. I feel a little bad about it--I wanted to do Hanukkah with another family who celebrates it, because I wanted to show Isk that there are actual Jews in the world who celebrate it. (Long story short: Leigh's dad was raised Jewish by very Jewish family, but decided the path to success involved passing as a WASP from his teens on; Leigh was raised Quaker, not really aware of her Jewish roots, and I converted to Quakerism as a teenager after leaving the Catholic Church; we decided as parents to bring back some basic identity with Judaism as culture/tradition/spiritual practice in our family, while remaining Quakers.) But I kind of feel like I was all "hi Jewish friend! be Jewish for us!" I think it's fine, I just feel weird if I got tokenistic there by accident.

Isk and I made cookies to bring for dessert, because clearly the thing to do in this case is to bring Christmas cookies to Hanukkah dinner. (Mint chocolate chip cookies, made from this recipe. BTW, this is my favorite GF baking blog at the moment. I've also made one of her pies, and it was a hit. And the cookies are excellent.)

Tomorrow we'll probably go get our tree from the tree farm. Because we live in the country, and so can do that. We didn't buy an advent calendar this year, so probably I'll hold off on doing Advent/Jesus-y stuff until after Hanukkah is over. One holiday at a time, you know.

Also I should take down the Halloween decorations.


Odd thought: am I unusual in Sherlock fandom for *not* being a fan of the broader Sherlock Holmes canon? I mean, it's not like I'm opposed to it. I'm a highly educated and bookish Anglophone person, so I'm familiar with the ACD stories, though I haven't read many of them; we watched a lot of PBS when I was a kid, so I watched the Granada series on Mystery because it was there, and I remember liking it; I saw the first of the Ritchie movies because it looked fun, and I enjoyed it. But I'm not fannish about any of those. And then I did the whole fannish-imprinting thing I do on the BBC version, such that it has eaten my brain, and now not only can I not watch Elementary because of feelings (which sucks, because it seems like it is fun, esp. for a procedurals junkie like me), I don't want to consume any of the other iterations. Like, I am happy when I read fic that consciously draws from ACD canon, because I am into meta, but I don't feel any desire to write it, or to go read the ACD stories for inspiration. I'm glad all the rest of it is there, but I don't have feels for it. But it seems like the majority of the DW/LJ based fans I interact with seem to be fannish about the broader canon.

Maybe this is because I hang out with other bookish, highly-educated Anglophone folks? IDK.
Isk came up to me in the dining room while I was sending a work email. "Mommy," he said, "On the new Ben Folds album there is a song with the name of the man that you and Mama like reading stories about."

I blinked. "There's a song with Sherlock Holmes in it?"


I hugged him. "Thank you for telling me, honey."

In the car later that afternoon, he said, "This one is it! He said Sherlock. He didn't say the Holmes part."

For the record, I can detect no mention of Sherlock Holmes in this song, and no conjunction of syllabus which sounds like "Sherlock," but I still trust my baby.

Also, this video is hilarious.


So, basically, I'm letting my preschooler give me a fic prompt...
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder in Elvis glasses, with text "fierce" (fierce)
( Nov. 15th, 2012 05:40 pm)
"What you need is a male-female adapter. Because, see, this is a male piece, and this is a male piece, and, in trains, that doesn't work."

-[ profile] leigh_nahurriyeh explaining how wooden train tracks work to our son.
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Plastic Flamingo from Acadia, with text "bring it on." (Default)
( Nov. 5th, 2012 07:10 pm)
I totally just read Isk most of the stories in the Mo Willems fandom on the AO3.

Yeah, we start fanning early in this house.
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder looking intrigued, with the text "Hello, internet porn." (porn)
( Oct. 24th, 2012 11:14 pm)
Said to my wife while we both lay in bed reading fic:

Amal: I hate when the tags on a fic are just a list of sexual acts. I don't care HOW they fuck. I just care a) that they fuck, and b) that there are ~~feelings.~~
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Plastic Flamingo from Acadia, with text "bring it on." (Default)


( Oct. 12th, 2012 01:41 pm)
If you have chronic skin itchiness, and then your cats somehow get fleas (we don't know how, they're indoor cats), and then you get flea bites on every inch of your legs from hips on down to ankles...

You will eventually become convinced you have a flea up your nose.
SCENE: Leigh and Amal are putting away the clean dishes from the dishwasher.

Leigh: *picks up the pan from baking cornbread last night* Amal, did you even scrub this?
Amal: ...No.
Leigh: Then why did you put it in the dishwasher.
Amal: ...I have a theory. You see--
Leigh: Your theory is dumb.
Amal: Yes, I know.
Leigh: You can tell it to me anyway.
Amal: I have a theory. I think dishwashers should wash the dishes.
Leigh: *mutters a lot of things*


Leigh: *hands Amal a Tupperware* Can you put this in the cabinet.
Amal: *notices there schmutz stuck to it* Needs to get washed again. Geez, Leigh, did you even scrub this?
Amal: ...I did?
Leigh: YES.
Amal: Well, that backfired, didn't it?


Leigh: Am I being too mean to you?
Amal: I thought we were bantering. Are we bantering?
Leigh: Yes.
Amal: Then it's OK. You can be actually mad at me while we're bantering, though.
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder, looking down and laughing (mulder laugh)
( Aug. 5th, 2012 05:47 pm)
It's funny when, accidentally, you mess up the name of the intro course your character is trying to write a syllabus for with the name of the intro course you habitually teach. In a different discipline. Project much, professor?


Sample of the questions my son has asked about the Olympics:

1. Is this lady rowing? I only want to watch lady rowing.
2. What is water polo?
3. Is this basketbowling?
4. What is a penalty? Why did that horse get a penalty? What is Big Ben? Why did the horse kick the London bus?
5. Why does he have metal legs? Why is he running with metal legs?
6. Why is she crying? Why does she have that flag?
7. When is there going to be lady trampoline? Can I watch lady trampoline?
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder in Elvis glasses, with text "fierce" (fierce)
( Jun. 27th, 2012 10:12 pm)
This is the post where we make fun of my wife for staying up until dawn to read the third of the books in the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy.

At least when I stay up until dawn reading porn, it's usually well-written.

(Once it was Iolokus. That was a great night.)
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder in Elvis glasses, with text "fierce" (fierce)
( Jan. 1st, 2012 05:52 pm)
Quick, which one of these OMFG PARENTING quotes wins?

Leigh: DO NOT close your penis in a car door, that will hurt it.


Amal: No, I need to wipe your butt, move the police car.

Yes, same incident.


amalnahurriyeh: XF: Plastic Flamingo from Acadia, with text "bring it on." (Default)
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