More Domestic Life. Warm and fuzzy day. Not a day, just a moment. I sit in a steamy-warm bathroom while my daughter sings a song to a plastic monkey. And rubs bubbles on her face. She can strike a Calgon pose the short length of the tub, still. A couple of much, much, much-abused x-mas […]

Domestic Life. Domestic life is distracting life. Everything has issues. Everything gets broken, tipped over, spilled, scattered, smeared. And of course that’s Rachael, doing most of it. You tell her not to break something and she throws herself on the floor and cries. And if you let the place go, it gets worse. More stuff

Stories! Houston, we have stories! ***Dave and Doyce sent me their stories today. In one case, I had to beg and plead to get it, but there you go… …Doyce.

Pride and Joy. Ray has pooped on the poopin’ chair. Last Saturday, also today. She was just kind of hanging out, when all of a sudden there was a…plop! Lee and I stared at her in stunned silence. Then we broke out in cheers. Praise and praise! So if I effuse at anyone, it’s just

Christmas As expected and probably best enjoyed all around, Ray made out with the majority of the swag. Some details: The Giant Tickle Me Elmo monster of doom has had the honor of sharing primo stuffed toy award with the Cat in the Hat; however, Elmo wins the tiebreaker of having his eyeballs thoroughly licked.

Yikes! Time to catch up on the blog…

Brothers. Lee’s brothers Mike and Dale drove up from SD for to hand out with us for a day. Dale’s back from boot camp in Georgia! A good time was had by all, especially Ray, who said, “uncle” over and over again after they left. Maybe that was her way of saying “no more tickling!”

Return of the King I sat next to a little girl (4-5 years old) at the movie. For the first ten minutes, she pet the arm of my fuzzy shirt and told me it was very soft and that she’d gone to ballet lessons today already. I think her review of the movie would go

Heh. A pun: What’s the opposite of appetite? Appaloose. –via A.Word.A.Day

Playground Slang: “Ever been called a “shreddie”, felt like a quick “wallace and gromit”, shown your “spider’s legs” or been given a “hitler”? If you have, well, so sorry. If you haven’t the slightest idea what the terms mean, then Chris Lewis has the very book for you.” –from an online article about playground slang.