So, the menfolk all went out to the woods this weekend to build forts and play soldier – err, build fires and get drunk – err, muster the militia. (I will give them this much: Their activities this weekend really do sound remarkably similar to the militia musters of the 18th century – meaning a little bit of training and a lot of drinking and revelry – so they have that going for them.)

Since such outdoor activities are not really conducive with having a seven-week-old in February, The Girl Child, The Sister and myself decided to stay in and do the chick thing. So, we got a big thing of ice cream and rented movies.

Uh, except we rented Rambo. And The Sister just hit play on the DVD player while declaring “This movie is very educational,” and then, “Oooh, the .50!”

Well, we never claimed to be normal. Time to go make some popcorn.

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All is well in north Idaho – I’ll try to get a substantive post up soon!

Obama’s address just ended.

The Inconvenience promptly stuck a speaker out the window and is playing the Soviet National Anthem for the neighborhood.

I think he might cry. We’ll probably end up watching Red Dawn tonight.

(The neighbors across the street have Tibetan peace flags in their yard and an Obama bumper sticker on their car. He says this isn’t just for their benefit.)

I filed most ricky-tick this year, so our interest-free loans to Uncle Sam and the state of Idaho tax refunds showed up already. For the most part they’ve been earmarked for un-fun grown-up things like paying off debt, but we did want to spend a little bit on something we’ve been wanting for our wee one.

She begrudgingly sat through one of my obnoxious photo shoots earlier (wow, I’m such a mom now) so I could show off her and her new acquisition.

Yep, today was her first trip to Cabela’s. (Believe it or not, it was mine too!) She slept through the whole thing, but scored her very first rifle (a Davey Crickett model 221, single-shot .22LR), a box of ammo, and a Cabela’s hat. The hat was courtesy of an associate who was totally stoked about her getting her first rifle, and told us to put the hat away for her with a little note saying it was from Sharon and telling about her first trip to the store.

She’s actually had the Carhartt for a little while – that was a gift from The Sister. It ought to fit her right around the same time the rifle does.

Which, as illustrated by this next picture, might be just a little while yet.

As an aside, I’d like to compliment the staff at the Cabela’s in Post Falls, Idaho. Everyone we interacted with was very friendly (that place is like Disneyland, except with lots of taxidermy instead of cartoon characters) and helpful. We even yacked with some of them about black rifles, and they didn’t run us out of the place or anything! *wink*