Same House That's Open

 Yuula had her second open house. I didn't know what to expect. I did not expect the same thing tha I didn't expect last year tho. Baby steps.

She was still cute as hell.

Her and her buddy Bella

Benching The Ballerina

You've just witnessed my winter workout

Traditions For The Ageless

Our Christmas Eve traditions went off without a hitch. Yuula loved her Santa pjs, as did Laura and I, who bought each other almost identical sleep pants. Great minds...

Yuula seemed smitten with her ballerina shoes to hang on the tree. She doesn't understand the tradition yet but I'm thinking it does not matter at this point. Sparkly pink things are exciting enough without deeper meaning.

A platter full of carefully chosen cookies (those we had ample to spare) a glass of milk, a carrot for the reindeer and a highly anticipated letter to the man himself. The stage was set and all was left to do was pass the hell out. 

For Yuula, anyhow...

Some Days Make Up For Others

Here's a small collection of the strange photos I came away with yesterday, the least of which was this vinyl copy of the Howard the Duck soundtrack that, even tho it was like $3, I did not buy. Never.

Impromptu sun-nap in a strangers garden

I think this would go well with our living room re-working

Leave it up to the rehab center in Scranton to have a killer Halloween setup

I asked for a flowery pose and I got this

I bought four. Now how do I pop them?

Do Not Claim Then Anymore

song of the day

ballerinas is the new autotune