Saturday, March 27, 2010

Interview with a new mother

I cringed a little bit when Kaylee announced that she had a baby in her tummmy. (Actually a doll stuffed up in her shirt.) But I have to admit, she makes a damn cute new mom.
Who knew I'd be a grandfather at 34?

Friday, March 26, 2010

Friday morning ...

Looking at my tshirt: Daddy? What's wrong with his feet?
What do you mean?
He has one cow foot and one chicken foot.
He does?
Yes. He needs his own feet.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

I Wanna Be...

As Rae was putting Kaylee to bed tonight they got to talking about space and astronauts.

Would you like to be an astronaut?
Yes, but I don't know how to fly in space.
I imagine you could learn.
That's a great idea! I'll dream that.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Teaching her early ...

... that ice cream is meant to be eaten directly from the carton.

Water? What's that?

Being from Arizona, Kaylee isn't used to seeing running water in the wild. So she does what any inquisitive kid would do …
… poke it with a stick.
Click here for the video.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


Lest The Grimace eat your young.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

You've got mail

Hey Kaylee - who's it from?
I don't know. I haven't read it yet.

Monday, March 08, 2010

First Ink

I went to the Ren Fair this weekend and all I got was this awesome mermaid tat* with my best friend.

* And a turkey leg. And a parasol. And a ride on a giant wooden swan from a man with horrible teeth. And chocolate. And a llama ride. And an elephant ride. And ...

Friday, March 05, 2010


The most important meal of the day.
This single cupcake ensures that she will be up for the rest of the

Monkey + monkeys @ Monkey Burger

It was just a monkey kind of night.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

I know a young lady,
who swallowed a fly ...

Kaylee, close your mouth.
Because if you don't, a fly will get in there and you'll eat it.
A fly?
Uh huh.
In my mouth?
Gross. They taste like elephant poop.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Case of the Mondays

Mommy, I don't want to go to school.
Well, no amount of sadness or whining will change the fact that Mommy and Daddy have to go to work and you have to go to school.
Well, not all mommies work.
OK, name one mommy you know that doesn't work.
Aunt Becky doesn't work – and she doesn't know how to drive either.

Touché, Pussycat.