He digs this chick

Drama Queen

If you don’t like the food, stop eating it. 

Slamming the food into your gourd until you barf is not the ideal way to tell me you think it’s gross.

Effective though.

I'll give you that.

Hates this toy

Windswept

This is our friend Ivan who visited with us recently.  He and Lloyd got along like a house on fire.  I wish we could see more of him.

Mine's cuter

     The husband is working like crazy right now.  When he gets home for a few hours he still has to be attentive to his electronic parasite, the blackberry.  Last night I saw him wake from a deep sleep and answer the thing as enthusiastically as a teenage girl would with ‘Justin’ on the phone id. It can buzz at any time and generally seems to do so when you really hope that it doesn’t.  

     Caring for a baby draws similar parallels.  When you want them to sleep…like, really want them to sleep, it’s not likely to happen.  A baby abides by the laws of only one sheriff, and that sheriff’s name is Murphy.

     How do they know?  How can they consistently howl at the worst possible time?  I think I have it figured out.  After completing a rigorous nine month unscientific study, I’m pretty sure that babies have sonar.  I suspect that their sonar capabilities are enhanced by certain conditions. I’ve determined that covering the mother with a blanket (prior to a nap), is second only to making the mother wet and naked in creating the optimal test environment.   Imma gonna try and get a grant or something.

      Anyway, due to my husband’s current work situation we are both on call 24/7.  I’m looking forward to having him around more, not only to help out but because I miss him.  You can’t really compare my work to his, it’s just different.  I will say this, as crazed as my husband is, there is no chance that his blackberry will poop on him.

The old man and the sea

Alphabet pasta

Note the snowstorm in the windows.