Monday, December 24, 2007
So that's it. I think they decided it was a parasite that maybe could be taken care of but we didn't do anything about it in my dream. Maybe tonight I'll be able to go through radiation or something.
Merry Christmas to all,
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Kansas City metropolitan area came through this week's ice storms relatively unscathed. The temperature never dropped to a sufficiently cold level to freeze the rain that fell onto the streets, though we did manage to get a crystaline sheen over our lawns and trees.
One of our next door neighbor's trees split down the middle and fell mostly into the street.
The really cool part is that a front end loader came by in the morning and moved a large portion of the branches into OUR yard. Maybe we can get Sam to take up whittling.
Still fits, Mom.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
The yuletide season seems to have struck Independence Missouri in a fury. One day you're sitting around enjoying autumn and then all of a sudden you're lying frozen in a ditch with your fingers turning black and none of your shopping done.
As you can tell, Lucy's rash is beginning to subside. Santa brought her an early treat of expensive, steroid creme and about 40,000 bibs which help protect her waddle from exessive moisture.
After we threw Sam up on the roof to secure the Christmas lights, she didn't want to come down, so I had to go up to retreive her.
As the cold sets in, we find ourselves seeking out indoor activities such as the play area at the Independence Mall. They have lots of things to play and climb on and for a bit of spare change, a child can experience his or her dream of driving a forklift.
We discovered a new method for setting up an artificial tree. We didn't install the branches on the backside. This lets us position the tree closer to the wall, saving space in our tiny living room, and it keeps us from having to put lights on the back where no one can see them. Make sure you anchor the tree to the wall with some duct tape, though, or it's libel to tip forward and crush your baby.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
When Becky and I got married, my parents bought us a bed. They got us a luxurious, pillow-top king-size bed which has ruined every other sleeping surface's chance of fulfilling our resting needs.
Over the last 3+ years, many wonderful things have happened on that mattress. The following videos illustrate two of them.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Ella and Baylee submerged in both their pseudo-angst and the lazy river.
Cooper, the future locker-room towel-snapper.
It took a skilled photographer to capture an image of Cassie Ralston without her finger up her nose.
Marc Varone is truly a good-looking man. It's not hard to imagine this scene in a beer commercial.
There was another picture that flaunted Becky's marvelous anatomy a little more, but I was vetoed.