home. but still sort of disoriented. and only 1 for 2 for getting the kids to bed before 10.

We were in Lake Placid. We Eisenbergs all think of it as an icy nemesis back from our ski racing days. In summer it hits less of an "icy evil" note. More "tourist trap" I would say. Ollie took the Adirondack decor to heart and required a wooden high chair.

Last time I played tennis was last summer when I was pregnant with Ollie.
Looking at these pictures it's hard to shake that "I can't possibly be doing this right" feeling, along with that "I'm dressed like a christmas tree feeling."

I'm also having trouble shaking that "long run of scattered and unpolished blog posts" feeling, but as we keep working on acquiring house creatures and degrees I seem to have less time to devote to lovingly perfecting my snark. So. That's an apology for just throwing up a ton of pictures recently. Perhaps an improvement, but if so please refrain from telling me. Thank you.

Aaron looks pretty badass in this picture, but let the record show that the ball was just short of clearing the fence. Not the stated goal of this particular sport.

And now for a little Tubing With Indy.


I can't get enough of pictures of Ollie in this life jacket. He didn't exactly like it but he can take one for the team in this instance.



I'm not sure if this picture reveals just how grumpy Dylan was at that moment. I will tell you: extremely.



This was fun. We are tired. I plan to spend the week trying to upgrade Dylan's room from "construction site disaster" status to "painted" and upgrade one of my papers from "jumbled mishmash" to "submitted to reputable journal." Time will tell how all that goes.

still four. four four four. four.

Dylan, if I may say so, had an excellent birthday. There was some concern that all the buildup would lead to disappointment, but even when nothing was happening I could hear her happily muttering to herself about being four. four!

Here's some of her new gear.



Not to mention that spending the day at the lake with a bunch of pediatricians who say things like, "Now that you're four, you're totally ready to drive the motor boat" is not a bad way to spend one's time. Ollie and I sat on the dock as the boat whizzed back and forth, piloted with all the skill of someone who has never heard the term "fine motor skills."

Five.

vacay

Four.

so tired...have pictures

algebra

face paint + popcorn

uncle tom + dismembered arm

living armchair + hdtv

the littlest groupie

ollie drumstick + rock band drumstick = drumstick*(ollie + rock band)

= satisfaction

Here, there, everywhere

Thank you all for the thoughtful responses to the princess stuff. A couple more thoughts. My feelings about this are certainly tied in with reading this new york times magazine article from 2006 that has a lot of similar discussion, but also goes into the relatively recent inception of the disney princess collective as a brilliant marketing idea. It really is not so much a thing about Dylan wanting to be girly as it is a feeling that I am hand delivering her to a large company at age 3. I also feel like this is the first of many things that is billed as a choice for girls that does not really have the air of "voluntary" about it.

On another note, here is a man who could certainly pull off a tiara.

His hair is starting to curl up in the back, as is his destiny. Speaking of Ollie, I would like him more currently had he not gotten up at 5am. Actually, that would have been okay. It was getting ME up at 5am that I have the problem with. Got that, Ollie?

And a glimpse at Daddy/Dylan yoga.

Oh, and the swimming! After several mediocre-bordering-on-painful lessons we decided to just teach her ourselves for a bit. It went really well so now I've failed to learn my lesson and signed her up to try again with the outsourcing of the swim teaching to a college student starting in a few weeks.