Doom Castle Carrot Phase

She has been sleeping in a castle-shaped tent in her room

Her new favorite saying: "We're doomed!"

This kid requests carrots for dessert when ice cream is an option. That's not okay.

A manic babbling phase has set in and I find myself having to tune out, by necessity of maintaining my own sanity.

But when you do tune in, it's damn funny.

She hates Goodbyes

Maybe There Was Nothing To See

me too

We're Still Trying

Not too much. Long day of rearing. Tomorrow will be longer. The rule of days doesn't affect me. And seasons? I was outside raking in shorts and t-shirt yesterday. Today it snowed. And now Laura is doing the taxes. I do the bills all year if she does the taxes. It'll be ugly I'm sure. Yuula makes cat sounds now, and not the nice ones. But she can drink out of an open cup. Kinda. She gets so excited about it and shakes the water out. That's okay because we'll be outside soon. And we got a big outside week coming up. Readying the yard. Bigtime. Plus a few finishing touches in the bedroom and redoing the old shed. Time to get my shoes dirty. Time to put my shoes on. I think Laura's done with the taxes. The taxes aren't done. She is.

Eyes: Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland
Ears: Flights - Anywhere But Where I Am

For That You Get This

Where has this week gone? Kinda can't believe it's Friday. Haven't really been keeping up with things. Maybe I need to switch to a stronger morning beverage. Maybe I need to stop DVRing First Take. I can't hear the same fabricated arguments everyday. It makes my week blurry and I FF>> most of it anyhow. Enough Tebow. Friday workday. Good to have a plateful at 6am. Yuula is awake but I am not entertaining her. When Laura walked out the front door I heard a cry from the crib. Those two have the Shining. But she's slowly settling back down. I don't think she needs to be up at 5:30am. I think even Sprout has infomercials. Gives me time to unload the camera. And for that, you get this...

the Everymorning

showing maternals

stacked cats

nightsnacks

mini chilly

tastes symmetrical

totfan

Mommy Stickerface

painful piggies

caught her

what? You don't like pizza?

...and

She's back to sleep.

Eyes: NBC sitcoms
Ears: Dale Cooper Quartet & The Dictaphones

Nothing Much Doing

Thursday huh? Laura has gone in a little early because she's gonna "hit the gym". I hope she's referring to the Planet Fitness she's just joined and not some dude named Jim who's pissing her off lately. I didn't ask. Figured I'd hear all about it when she gets home. Which will be late, meaning it's just me and the girl today, but she just woke up and it's 11:30 so... should be a quick day. She's saddled up with a bottle of chilled milk and some Sprout. It's the news show. Love those ants. So clever.

I have no big plans to do. Have some projects at work that I'll get to today. Right now I'm just flipping thru some new music for the 2012 and reading some world news headlines myself. Heard we can now worry about whether or not our orange juice has funigicide in it. Thanks Brazil. And now our Marines get to urinate on enemy combatants after their dead. That's some patriotic pee. Mormons came out today with the admission of dislike for their very own Mitt Romney, joining everyone else on the planet.

In the good news category..................... I learned of new release dates for the Shins, White Rabbits and Xiu Xiu. The Giants are confident about this weekends game against Green Bay. I guess at this point there's not much more I can ask for there so, good news. And I think girl scout cookies are going on sale soon so... silver lining.

Yr A Duck To A Decoy

We could eat the flyest cage age cheese for sheez ma



I have a new camera 360°



Laura is teaching herself to hold her scotch



I am possibly everything plus everything that is not me



How do you not see a block?



I need new headphones



Relax: the single is always the worst track

Those Nothings Are Everything

Tonight, we strategically placed the fans around our bed.



We watched the Oprah finale yesterday. It was the first episode I've ever seen.



Going East, Yuula likes compressed air. She prefers fresh air going West.



We just lost power.



What does it say about us if we don't enjoy the good dancers on this show as much as we enjoy the trainwrecks?



Lights will guide you home.



Yuula will kiss us and say yum, but not when we ask her to. She also took 2 steps, but only once.



Is Dubai safe?



How do you convert square feet into cubic yards? We are not equipped for this.



We gotta stop eating so many strawberries.

Look, The Baby Is Crying

This was one of those days. I can't think of anything significant enough to write about. Sorry. Some days just start and end and the stuff in between is totally indistinguishable. From the beginning this day was off tho. Laura left the house without waking us up. I woke up wrong. Since then I've been off. I could tell you how Yuula is sitting up so much better now. Or how we had tilapia doused in Mediterranean sea salt for dinner and I've had too much wine. We're trying to get rid of our white wine. Don't care for it.

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Generic Rambling

Is it Tuesday already? Big snow tomorrow. My money's on a family day at home. The cupboard is not prepared.



Yuula hasn't been many places yet in her life, but she's seen the inside a high school boy's locker room.



Today I learned Laura hates Fruity Pebbles. I have evidence that says otherwise.



All this music in the world and the only song in my head is the six second ditty on Yuula's jumparoo.



The red lines mean open ended, not flanged. That is a whole new world.



I drew a self portrait of myself on my cell phone, and it's the most artistic thing I've ever done.



This is our wagon, but that's not our cat.

These Things Tend To Happen

A quick but exhausting week. Falling into a schedule that's only destined to be uprooted in the coming weeks, if not days. Mindset is one thing, but obsession is another. I'm somewhere in between the two and I don't sense any alleviation in the near future. The "things we do before the baby comes" list is growing larger and becoming more impracticable. But one thing we get to check off is -hang out with the Brust. The guest of honor arrived not too late last night, in the dark of it, an we spent the first 20 minutes letting our eyes focus on the stars. It's one of our tours highlights that we usually save til the end. It was a late night where we talked about new music and telephoto lenses and spelling You on You and weird things. A late night for sure, they're both still in bed, but today should be chock full of tasty morsels, as id the case when Eric is in town. Don't be surprised to be regaled with tales of tiger-faced, rubber-booted river beds near emptied out caboose cars and seafood in fields of green with yellow & grey stripes. These things tend to happen.