Friday, February 28, 2014

When Dejection Takes My Side

song of the day


weird - dark - lovely - Canadian - enough said


and this


bonus Poemms

Benching The Ballerina



You've just witnessed my winter workout

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

Our Protocol

song of the day



love the new Neneh Cherry



also awesome

The Ballad Of The Stinky Heart Socks



She's been working on the harmonies in her free time. I think she nails it here.

Get Behind His Ears, And Yours Too


Yeah, this is gonna work out just fine

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...

Zipper Lip



yet to master pants

Brother Sister




Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Wolf Beneath My Ribs

song of the day



Water Liars been killin' it lately

Who Loves Who On Not Valentine's Day



Valentine's Day is whenever you eat chocolate out of a heart-shaped box

Bucktooth Baby


Yup, still cute

Girl Power Is In The Ottoman



the little pink dress is her superhero costume

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

Flowers In No Hair

This kid has no chance, huh?

Sunday, February 23, 2014

So Close But Not Near

song of the day





good stuff from 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

The Ideas In Your Bones

song of the day



it's been 90's alt weekend so far

Sweet Baby Booger



Laura cried...

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

Falling All Over The World



it's more roller-running, but you get the idea

Noam Knows Zombies



kablooey

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.

Princess Big Head



velcro escapes her

Friday, February 21, 2014

See Ya Saying Hallelujah

song of the day



producto love tractor

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...

Snow Deep Adventures

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

Rooms With Walls And Windows

song of the day





one soft, one not

Ten Pounds At Two Weeks

 Almost a totem

Testing her lungs

Boy nap

Winter, Have You No Shame?


I'd cry but my tears will just freeze and I'll have more to shovel

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

Gone On A Landslide of Rhythm

song of the day



hey look a new Beck album...

The Handsome Family

This is how we look these days...


It's not pretty but, it's ours

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

Several Days A Month You Made

song of the day







can it do no wrong?

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