Saturday, July 31, 2010

We got to Kansas City on a Thursday

- Posted from my iPhone to entertain myself during a flight delay

Location:Rome Cir,Kansas City,United States

Monday, July 26, 2010


is teething. That is all.

splish splash

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Real kid

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Friday, July 23, 2010

open communication is the key to a good marriage [or, ways the iphones have enriched our lives]

Scene: Kate is by the pool during Dylan's swim lesson. Aaron is across the park with Snuffy and Ollie, but within view.

Aaron: I see you

Kate: That's creepy

A: Are you too good to reply. Perhaps I'll come over and throw you in the pool!!!!

K: I did reply! Despite being too good!

A: Whatever. I'm going to throw you in the pool

[leaves ollie sitting(!) in the grass and starts marching purposefully towards the pool]

K: Too chicken

K: Bawk bawk bawk BAWK

K: Spell check made that difficult

A: I would be modeling poor behavior for the children otherwise you would be in by now


the stockholm incident

We've had a months-long running conversation with Dylan re: lying vs. joking vs. being mistaken. She's got the idea, but there's some nuance here, and she seizes upon instances of uncertainty with great vigor. "I said I washed my hands after I went potty even though I didn't but I was JUST JOKING. [gets glared at] Now I will go wash my hands."

She also finds mistakes on our part to be very helpful, conceptually. "Mommy! You thought I would be with the same swim teacher today but I was with a different one. You MADE A MISTAKE!"

I mentioned this to Gillian who looked at me like, don't you remember? And she was right. We had this conversation with Tommy for about 10 years. We won't even get into the viking ship incident.

Thursday, July 22, 2010


It's easy to explain where milk comes from when Mommy gets milked routinely.


"Daddy? Does this have fiber? How about this? And this?"

"Daddy? Fiber is a special treat, right?"


"Yes, Dylan, fiber is a very special treat."

Tuesday, July 20, 2010


I seem to know more about sunscreen than the dermatologist. Hm. I don't really trust any of it, in truth.


When the child is good, it is allowed into the exercise yard.
It is awarded rocks to play with if it has completed its tasks.If the rocks are lined up properly, it may earn an extra serving of cabbage for dinner. (ugh! so much csa cabbage! not my favorite. and so voluminous)

With this approach, the child may be properly disciplined.


Childrens in car seats

Sunday, July 18, 2010

some stuff

Tooth! We have a tooth. Okay, technically a little tooth-pit, where something broke through but has yet to emerge. Whatever. Tooth. Not that a lack of teeth has kept Ollie from eating his weight in pureed squash at each meal. Actually I've gone light on the purees this time and let him feed himself more people food, which works better for everyone. Also! He does not care what goes in his food-hole which provides a lovely incentive to get Dylan to eat stuff. Although she has actually been a great eater lately too. Not so good at getting through the day without melting down into a puddle of hot tired misery, but at least she eats.


"Daddy, what was your low today?"

"Well, I was trying to figure out how to program a weighted bootstrap in a clustered unequal probability sample, but I was having trouble. Then I figured it out, and that was my high."



We have two (2!) new cupcake places in town, so we divided them up, one for each weekend day. Dylan and I checked the first one out yesterday afternoon. It was a design-your-own cupcake place, where you pick the cake, the filling, the frosting, and the topping. The frosting was excellent, but the cake itself was a little chewy. And I would venture to say that they have some kinks to work out in their process.

The one slated for today looks more professional. We went and pressed our snouts up against the window before it officially opened, so really, it's like it's our child.


I did two weeks of work already! It went great! Am functional adult. Who is still in school. Year eight. Whatever. Leave me alone.


Foto gallery

This looks like the missing children pictures where they age them to what they'll look like in 15 years. It's pretty easy with Ollie since he doesn't have any baby fat. Except the thighs, he's focused his efforts there. So he's this otherwise scrawny little thing, with chunky little drumsticks.
And here he is, back to his trademark look of concerned bafflement.

There was some kind of intense phone conference raging in the living room for like an hour today. I think they're planning a fish fry. There will be fish. And fries. You're all invited. The logistics have been worked out in excruciating detail. You should ask about it. But not me, don't ask me.

Aaron felt the need to plate Dylan's lunch today, using the plum pits for artistic? effect.

And his own lunch.

And the latest installment from DylanCam.

And a little taste of the price I pay for giving her the camera.

And for giving me the camera

What was that about functional adults?