Dive into the archives.

  • Gigi’s Birthday Cake

    For Gigi’s actual birthday we decided to let her decorate her own cake.  I had purchased a new frosting gun that boasted the ability to make swirly and beautiful roses all over a cake.  Gigi was convinced that she was going to be able to master this skill with no problem.  She did pretty well!  […]

  • Gigi is Six

    I remember finding out that you were on your way.  The precarious beginning that had us on pins and needles, hoping against hope that you would be you.  You were, you are, and we are so grateful.  From that first visit to the doctor to make sure you truly existed, when we saw the flashing […]

  • A Birthday Feast

    You know your child is a vegetarian when… The other day Gigi and I had a conversation that went something like this: Me: Hey Gigi!  Guess what?  You get to decide what we’re having for dinner on the night of your birthday!  We can even go to a restaurant!  Any place you want! Gigi: Really?  […]

  • Raise the Roof

    The house pre-roof trusses.  The truck in front brings the trusses and has a fancy crane on it to place the roof trusses. The first roof truss being placed. Guiding the trusses into place. The sticks now have a roof, the house is becoming real! A day’s hard work. A self portrait of one happy […]

  • A Wall is Raised

    Partially framed second story Bradley checks over the framed wall Gather the builders and begin to lift It takes four men’s every muscle Hold in place Secure with nails A wall is raised


This is the archive for October, 2009.


Gigi Said

  • Topless Tapas 2012-11-03 18:44:52-

    Tami was leaving to go out with her friend and the kids begged to go with her. I said, "you don't want to go with mom, she is going to the Tapas bar and we are going to stay here and play games."

    Gigi stiffened, "That's weird", she said as she blushed. I processed fast and realized the problem. "TAPAS bar. It means 'small plate', not TOPLESS bar!"

Jude Said

  • Nicknames 2013-01-04 21:30:33-

    The checker at the store asked our always conversational little boy what his name was. He replied "Jude" then added "but sometimes they call me pumpkin brown". LOL.

    And they are right. We call him that after the folksong that we sing sometimes.

A long time ago…