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  • Ultrasounders

    This afternoon we are headed in for our ultrasound. It was actually a good thing to not find out the first time because I think both Tamara and I were just on pins and needles to find out the gender results. The let down was actually a good thing, and now we can go in […]

  • Dumbo, It’s what’s for dinner.

    Yesterday in the bathtub Guinevere and I were chatting about the new baby and what that baby is going to think of Disneyland. I pointed out that our baby has already been to Disneyland (twice actually!), and probably liked Splash Mountain a whole lot because of the tickles from Mommy’s tummy when she went down […]

  • Let’s be reasonable

    I just finished Al Gore’s new book <em>The Assault on Reason</em> and got that good feeling of hope again.¬† The book is really a point by point of George Bush’s misdirections and abuses, but also touches on how we as Americans have changed as a result of our technology to become the people who could […]

  • SBLog Poster

    Here is the poster I just did for our friend Vince’s new musical. Let us know if you are interested in coming along when we go check it out

  • Retro fun

    Today was all about old-fashioned fun. Old-fashioned shall be defined here as last year or possibly the year before that one. I have been feeling really sentimental these last couple of days because, since the ultrasound, our new baby seems so very real and impending. I sat in Guinevere’s room the other evening and just […]

November

This is the archive for November, 2007.

FRESH /POSTS

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…