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Friday, February 28, 2014
Lost In The Gloss
Laura's got about a month left of freedom. She's taking the winter cold head on and not letting the double down on kids hold her back. She was out for all hours, I don't even know where, roller skating, grocery storing, who knows. But I know that this little mother/daughter ready-session is becoming a thing...
I barely know what day it is. I just sit in my corner and tip-tap-typ. Got a whole new open access market thing working tho, talking with people in China and Mexico and Ypsilanti... I smell a road trip. Hear they got some cool tourist attractions in Ypsilanti.
Aesop is getting fat...
Thursday, February 27, 2014
The Ballad Of The Stinky Heart Socks
She's been working on the harmonies in her free time. I think she nails it here.
No Rule Rugrat Racing
something about 30-some odd tots racing around in circles makes me laugh out loud, everytime
Your Arms Need More Blue
With the days stuck inside winding down (hopefully), Laura decided 'What the Hell, let's bust out the fingerpaints...
Looks promising. You can make a real nice landscape with those colors
Instead, Yuula choose for chaos and mayhem
This is a little better
Should've seen this coming...
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Who Loves Who On Not Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day is whenever you eat chocolate out of a heart-shaped box
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Say That I'm Saying Phenomenal Lies
song of the day
...this Pigmeat track from 1968 blows the Sugarhill Gang theory out of the water, eh?
oh and, St Vincent...
Hawberk, Armourer
I'd like to read a book before the winter is gone, and I think I'd like it to be this one...
anybody?
Our Children And Accessories Are Greyscale
Broke out the new floormat for Aesop today. He passed right out. Guess it's not quite as exciting as we think it looks Or maybe he's just a tired little boy.
I think this is my favorite picture of them so far...
Yeah, there he goes...
The 25 Most Brutal Torture Techniques Ever Devised
I gotta do something to counterbalance all the sugary-sweetness going on around here these days...
I'd think the real torture would be for the person cleaning up after all this mess
Sky Gazing Or Curtain Appreciation
We spend the first hour or so of each morning staring out the window. It's the most outdoor activity we can get til this snow melts off. I can't tell if he likes the blue sky or the floral curtain pattern. Either way, he is into it, since he barely opens his eyes for much else throughout the day.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Abrasive Plastic Drips The Green Pool Of Chemicals
song of the day
If you're ever wandering thru Rhode Island and find yourself in a record store there, check the bins and look for this Parents album, and if you find it, buy it for me!?
Healing Sage & Rich Sandalwood
I have smelt many a-candle in my day, so I can say with some certainty that this is the best smelting one out there...
A Majorly Weird Distraction
This is one of the reasons we don't take her out in public very much...
because we'd be laughing so hard at her we'd forget why we were out to begin with.
He Who Straightens Slinkies
" Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light."
-Dr. Egon Spengler
print is Dead
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Scale Your Spacecraft
This is awesome. I don't even now what most of these shows/series are, but this is awesome all the same.
If you can;t see the extreme closeup, the click here...
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Gingerbread Excess
At the time that we shot photos for the Christmas card, we liked a bunch of them, but didn't want to spoil the surprise, so we held them off to the side. The side is often forgotten and rediscovered months later, as is the case here...
better late than never
Merry Christmas
Required Open Scheduling
Very few things these days differentiate in any fashion. Sometimes the television programming is the only thing that clues us into what day it might be, but DVR throws a wrench in there as well. Luckily, Yuula's dance teachers must know us well enough to send out friendly reminders that we can set our weekly schedule to. Oddly enough, once dance class let's out, there's nothing on our schedule til next week's dance class. It's a life...
... cuddle time is always on the schedule.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Meet The Sweet Creams
We brought Aesop to Sweet Creams, our favorite downtown sandwich shop. Always a ridiculicious™ experience and this would prove no different. I had the Chicken Courdon Bleu on a croissant with a Chai Latte, Laura had the Tamalpais and a Snickers latte, and Yuula ate pizza with chocolate milk. But don't think that dessert wasn't on my mind the whole time...
Don't knock it til ya tried it.
Sweet Creams, our favorite downtown sandwich shop, as should be everyone's.
Quite Like This One Before
It's gotta be better than the Matthew Broderick one, it's just gotta be...
Her Neon Lights Will Shine
Hey-O! Yuula tried skating on for size, and she did pretty damn well. There were trips and tumbles and all, but she stayed upright for more than a few laps and was quite proud of herself.
I haven;t tied on roller skates since the early 90's and I remember being terrible. Maybe she'll teach me a few of her techniques.
This will probably the only time she gets to wear this awesome Snoopy tee. It wasn't such a belly shirt when we left the house this morning.
Maybe 3rd or 4th best, after pony and treefort.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Sticker Bandit On The Prowl
Placing stickers in a album is so 2013. You better watch your back.
You better watch your face.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Beneath A Marsupial Star
John Lithgow ... A king among men
After this we watched the Trinity Killer episodes of Dexter and Nightmare at 20,000 Feet with her.
She did not sing along to those.
The Duel Of Dual
Yes, it's been [just barely] two weeks and neither of us can speak with any sort of proficience on the subject, but I think we've handled the controversies that arise from having two children with moderate aplomb and relative surety.
Let's get one thing straight: Yuula has been, to date, a miraculous big sister. She shows adequate concern for his well-being, even when his well is being just fine, and displays patience for those moments when parental consolation for a newborn is just not doing the trick. She's more curious than anything, asking why he can't walk yet?, why does he always sleep?, why he doesn't just talk to us instead of just cry?, if he can have some of my macaroni and cheese, why does he pee on Mommy?, all the adorable inanities we've paraded her for the past 3.5 years, which now barely get their fair share of 'aww'.
But she doesn't need the encouragement for her investigations. She manages to incorporate the brand new and highly demanding component into her world (let's not pretend this isn't her world) with her own form of grace and style. It's definitely not all about him, but everything is of him, around him, unto him, if you will.
The daily act, nay bi-hourly act of wildly jumping on the bed has become a thing of delicacy and slightly prudent, which may conflict with the intent of the act itself but somewhere she's struck a balance. The promise of piggy back rides from a mother who no longer carries one in the front as well, causes bloodshed each morning, but we can usually cut it off at the pass and prepare accordingly.
She'll inject herself in his everyday activities, feeding ("I used to eat from Mommy's boobies"), or pooping ("I used to wear diapers when I was a baby"), and I think that's all natural evolution. And when we were spending so much time at the doctors for routine newborn procedures and dragging her along as a extra appendage, we pulled from Parenting 101 and let her run feral thru a toy store and pick her poison, a routine we've never relied on, and not so much as an awardance, but felt that this was the type of event that would quash any inkling of potential insignificance that we detected when we traveled to Exton to have Aesop's tongue clipped, during which Yuula, unprovoked, composed and arranged and performed a lullaby to soothe her ailing little brother while Mom and Dad were busy with the adults (don't worry we caught the final verse on video). We went to lunch right after in a Cosi that could well have had the fire brigade phoned on them for surpassing the maximum occupancy. We shared a table with a lovely couple and their infant daughter. Of course the conversation wore heavily on comparisons of breastfeeding habits and infant eccentricities, but nothing about our 3 year old, and almost on cue she injected that "I'm the big sister and that's my little brother", with emphasis on the BIG and little. It was enough to change the subject to everyone's flatbread choices.
So don't get me wrong, very few tears have been shed, some over acts of sheer exhaustion on our part, and others, hard lessons she'll learn over the next lifetime or two, but when all is said and done and she allows for her fundamental instincts to hang out exposed, she is going to be tremendous as a big sister and that's all that matters these days.
Only one other time did we detect a note of jealousy, a few days after coming home from hospital, when Yuula asked the innocent, "So, when does he go back in Mommy's belly?".
Monday, February 17, 2014
Snow. Snow. Snow. Snow. Snow.
So, we got some damn snow here. Lots of it. Laughable really. I've been digging us out, but it's getting to the point where I don't have any place to fling it anymore.
I forget what color the deck is
Yuula has actually been quite a big help in the shoveling, even if it is just keeping me company
She can barely see over the banks
And we're quite literally snowed in
anyone for a barbecue?
it's so pretty when it's untouched
wearing out our winter wear
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