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Breakfast of Champions . . . in a Tree House . . . With Coffee and Scones? Are You KIDDING ME?! by Mini

Breakfast of Champions . . . in a Tree House . . . With Coffee and Scones? Are You KIDDING ME?! by Mini

A couple weeks ago, Mommy and Daddy took me to a place called The Treehouse Social Club, which is a place where parents can take their kids, eat breakfast, and let their kids play. The Treehouse Social Club was started by some people from The Industry. When you capitalize it like that–The Industry–it means movies, and I guess one of these The Industry People who started the Treehouse is Princess Leia! Or Princess Leia’s sister.
I’m almost totally sure that’s who it is.
So let me show you what it’s like. They have everything there. There was a whole room for dress up stuff, theater, and music. When we were there, I hadn’t started playing the harmonica yet, so I feel like I didn’t really exploit the potential of this particular room.
Oh yeah, I play the harmonica now, did I mention that? Yeah, what I like to do is walk around in my pajamas, blowing on the harmonica, and imagine I’m in the old South. Sometimes I eat cajun fish while I’m doing this, and Daddy calls me “Harmonica Joe,” and Mommy says, “What is this? Deliverance?” If you don’t mind spit, sometime I’ll play harmonica for you. But right now I need to show you another room I found at the Treehouse.
No, these kids are not in an underwater iMac display! That’s the room with all the computers for the older kids. You can see it through the aquarium. The also have an art room with crayons and paper and other stuff. If you’re into that kind of thing.
Then, horror of horrors, they have an area where you can get your hair cut! Luckily there was no haircut person there when we were there! But Mommy said it was good for “multitasking,” and I was very interested in the steps, because they were covered in grass!
It seems like a pretty festive place, huh?
But I haven’t even shown you the best part yet! The toddler area is a smaller area that is fenced off for me and my peeps, and is filled with all kinds of bitchen toys.
As it happens, that was the day that Mommy had extra challenges with her photography. She was using a wide angle lens. Which is fine. Just as long as you don’t get caught at the sides of the picture, because if you do, you will look unusually fat, and sometimes there will be a little bit of a fish-eye effect around the edges of your photograph. As you might imagine, this is terribly unflattering. Witness Mommy in this picture:
I know what you are thinking: but Mini, Mommy looks fat because she is fat. Touché, gentle readers. But let me submit that she actually would look better in this picture if it had been taken with a regular lens. But since Mommy decided to break the zoom on Daddy’s regular lens, perhaps it is fitting that she be fated to look fat and gross in all of these pictures for all of eternity.
(By the way, Mommy wrote that part, I think she is beautiful! In fact, someday I want to marry her! But you know how women are.)
The other photography challenge that day was Mommy’s insistence on experimenting with RAW files for her photographs. Do you know what RAW files are? Me either. But apparently they take up a lot of space on a CF card. So say you wanted to take 300 pictures in one day. In jpg, that would be no problem. But with RAW, you can only take like 60. And since 95% of the time Mommy can’t get the lighting right, most of the pictures come out bad. Luckily, in RAW you can make up for a multitude of sins. Like this picture:
It was waaaaay too dark at first. But with RAW, you can fix the fill light and it looks good as new. The other problem with RAW is that you have to use settings where you have to figure out apperture or shutter speed, or both, and Mommy doesn’t really know how to do that. That’s why my foot is all blurry here:
She had the shutter speed very slow, so if I moved at all, it would blur. You would think that she would know by now that I need to be photographed with a high shutter speed. Like what you would use to catch a Tazmanian devil or that chick who runs really fast on Heroes–that’s the setting that would work. But that’s enough about photography for today. Before you go, I’d like to show you my softer side.
I’ll level with you: even at 17 months, I’m man enough to admit that working in the kitchen is tough! That said, I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.
But I don’t have to tell you that I’m also a gentleman, and not afraid to offer a lady my seat, so she can rest her tired bones.
Do you notice that in the background of all of these pictures, there are women gossiping like they’re in a sewing circle? That must be the “social” part of this club. By the way, what’s a sewing circle?
I really enjoyed the Treehouse, and Mommy said we were “definitely” going back. I think this may have had something to do with the three cups of coffee she sucked down while we were there, though!

Comments (8)

  1. Sep 24, 2008

    That place looks awesome! Well, any place where you can drink coffee and let your kid run wild is an awesome place in my book!

    I think Mom looks great, even in wide angle!

  2. Sep 24, 2008

    I kinda want to live there.

  3. Sep 24, 2008

    What a fun place!!! Maybe I should get over my fear of the west coast.

  4. Sep 24, 2008

    Too adorable! Something here just opened called “Minitown,” and apparently it has a hair salon, movie theatre, grocery store, school … all for the mini crowd. From the website, though, it didn’t look 25 percent as cool as this place! Thing 2 would be so jealous!

  5. Sep 24, 2008

    It takes a real man to do his part in the kitchen, and to be a gentleman to boot. The ladies LOVE that stuff!

  6. Sep 25, 2008

    Too cute! Perhaps worth a trip across town…

  7. Sep 25, 2008

    Holy S!!!! I want that sh*t in my apartment!!!!!!!

  8. Sep 25, 2008

    Clearly, I live in the wrong city. Again, Mini is the Man.

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