Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Today! Good Morning, America

remarkably, few humans are as attractive when shot from this angle/

Him: Oh My God!

Me: What?

Him: There are no fewer than three hosts on this talk show wearing platform shoes.

Me: *blank stare*

Him: You know ... they're shoes that are almost as thick at the toe as they are in the heel and they make you super tall?

Me: Ah, yeah ... I know what platform shoes are, I just don't understand the significance of your surprise.

Him: I ... Just ... I mean ... People used to put goldfish in shoes like those, forgodssake.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Self serve

bakes ... ices ... and cuts his own cake

I see it this way:

It was his cake.

He mixed it. Baked it. Decorated it.

Even sliced it himself.

Might as well have the piece he wanted and eat it, too.

Friday, January 27, 2012

First casualty

first casualty

"It's ok. He's got another foot what's good."

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Monday, January 23, 2012

I haven't skated since I was 12


And I'm not too proud to admit I was none too graceful back then, either.

But pride does goest before a fall.

So ...

I Googled "How to ice skate" on my iPhone right after I laced up his skates.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Nerfy Harry

Do you feel lucky, punk?

I'm guessing this is one punk who feels pretty lucky.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

She knows how to be our dog

Been here 1 hour and already knows the job backwards and forwards

Looking cute. Cuddling. Cleaning up food that drops on the floor. ... She's got those tasks down really well.

But if she REALLY wants to fit in, though, she's going to have to learn to jump on the furniture, chew up some of the kids' toys and be at least a tiny bit annoying.

Tomorrow's another day for her to get with the program.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Because all dogs are liberal ...

(or at the very least, progressive) ...

The vote is in and we've been approved ... But ...

when Reagan comes home with us tomorrow, she'll have a new name.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Get a 'Roommate'


It may not vacuum your floor too well, but it will keep your cat busy.

Notice, she's ready to pounce ... should the need arise.

Thursday, January 05, 2012

Golden Age

Golden Girl

The dress swung when she moved. It shimmered, too.

I gave it to her thinking it would be worn to the New Year's Eve party we'd attend as a family ... only the rest of us would be wearing jeans ... or pajamas.

She's the one who understands the value of dressing up, even if you're just going to play Tag, or Hide-and-Seek, or King of the Laundry Mountain in your best friend's basement.

To each their own.

Since I ended up spending most of the holiday season floundering on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, she ended up missing that party and wearing the dress on an ordinary Thursday ... paired with black leggings and a rainbow-edged wrap sweater (which she probably stashed in her backpack the instant she sat in her seat on the bus).

She's never been one for excessive layering.

She allowed me to take a photograph when she came home in the afternoon.

As she stood by the tree and swung the dress -- slowly and rhythmically as if an audience was watching -- I was reminded of her four-year-old self ... when I'd gotten her a similar frock. She'd swung that dress, too. Only she'd twirled and twirled until she'd gotten dizzy and had to sit down.

Sometimes I think she's lost that abandon. She only finds it again ... when no one is watching.

It's so subtle ... this difference.

She's not a little girl anymore. And yet, she is.