Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

Hmmmm. Let’s see what’s happening with you here lately, wee man! You sit like a pro, as the title claims. No more tripoding here – well, not so much anyway. You can sit up and you look SOOOOO cute doing it. You have kind of long arms, like your Grandpa Chip, so you look a…

We enjoyed the Indiana wedding we attended over the weekend.  And even the eternal drive up and back was mitigated by the fact that Jack was a doll and I finished knitting a baby bootie, my first, and am now a certified genius baby bootie knitter.  We have approximately six zillion friends in Indiana, and…

So, a kid I used to babysit for a thousand years ago is one of my friends on Facebook.  Don’t ask – basically I accepted him as a friend because I was interested to see what he and his family are up to.  After the election, he changed his profile picture to be a pic…

I left my moo-cow machine at home.  First time, in six months – I guess it was bound to happen eventually.  As Patrick rearranges his schedule to drive up here and bring it to me, I am waiting with bated breath and near-exploding boobs.  Ouch.  If you bump into my chest right now I’m afraid I’ll be…

Last night, I taught Jack how to say "Yes We Can."   I also taught Virgil how to say "I Have A Dream. . ."   I live with a bunch of geniuses, I tell you!   I’m extremely happy, as you can guess.  I don’t think Obama is going to leap right in and…