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I Want Them Alive… No Disintegrations
08.04.09 | Permalink | | Comments Off on I Want Them Alive… No DisintegrationsThe ten year old in me (I keep him stashed in the attic in an acid-free box & wrapped in mylar) ran to the monitor and licked the glass when I received notice that this bad boy was on clearance at Marc Ecko. Having children gives you a geek-out-of-jail-free card, at least until they’re old enough to realize your goober-hood and turn on you… Before that happens I am pretty sure Jude will have cribbed it. Every Good Boy Deserves Fett.
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Eating Eggs With Gusto!
My boy LOVES his eggs. In the morning, I think he rises just because he is hungry, because he wants eggs. We hardly can get him out of the crib before he is at the fridge, hanging on the handle hollering, “EEEEEE! EEEEE!” at the top of his lungs. (He is saying EAT). Every morning he gets two eggs. He would eat more is we let him. In fact, while we were camping he ate his eggs, then moved onto Bradley’s plate to help him finish, then made his way around the room to see what else there was in the way of eggs available. When that search proved useless, he pointed to the pan used to cook the eggs where there were a few scrambles remaining. He ate those too. I think he at close to five or six eggs that morning! Boy loves him some eggs!
I decided to take a few pictures of the boy eating his eggs the other morning. I expected some angelic photos of Jude enjoying his eggs, but the child eats eggs with gusto, as you can see. I ended up catching some pretty interesting pictures of Jude. Eating eggs is serious business!
Mmmmm!
Double Fisting Eggs
Like I said, with GUSTO!
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Morning Floor: An Art Study in Toys by Jude
Jude’s morning starts any time between 5:30 and 7:00. Either Bradley or I drag ourselves out of our comfy bed and make our way across the house to Jude’s room. Imagine our faces, carved with the grey lines of exhaustion and sleep crinkles. We enter his room where we find the boy, pink and rosy, overjoyed and squealing with happiness to see us. We are tired, but he is thrilled because The day has BEGUN! He hands us his blankie (he never leaves his crib without one) and we pull him out of his crib an make our way to the fridge to get his milk poured while Jude hangs on the fridge hollering EEEEE! EEEE! Which means ‘eat’. We get two eggs scrambling immediately. He scarfs them down and then the morning has truly begun. This is when Jude does his work.
His work is going into his room to find a toy that looks attractive. He carries it out to the living room or kitchen, plays with it for a moment and then he sees something else that is even MORE interesting: dog food, broom, fridge magnet, dust bunny, etc. He promptly drops the toy to get to the newer/better/more interesing item. When boring of that item, he goes back to his room, rummages around for something new, and starts the process all over again. This cycle continues until about 8:30 or 9:00 when his work is finished and naptime commences. The following are photos I took of all the toys he managed to drag out in one morning. When he is asleep, Brdley or I usually pick up the toys and he begins again post rest. Making art is hard work.
Living Room
Bedroom
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Hannah & Barry Chair Fest 2009
08.02.09 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Hannah & Barry Chair Fest 2009Hannah & Barry just wrote a little blog about our day and so I write here to remember what they have already written and provide a little cross-linking love across the internet.
aside: does anyone even say “surf the internet” any longer? Because I almost did. how uncool am I? I need to know.
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Tuxedos & Pregnant Pauses
Just starting to hack away at some notes that I jotted while our website was down for things to post:
Gigi sidled up to me when the temperature was in the nineties. “Daddy let’s go swimming.”
“OK”, I said.
“I got your tuxedo”, Gigi stated.
“My Tuxedo?” I queried.
“Yeah, here.” she said as she hands me my speedo.
Second Jot:
I was writing on my little netbook computer when Gigi plopped down next to me. We spoke for a minute and the computer screen dimmed and went black. Gigi said, “You know your screen is going all black.”
“That’s OK,” I said, “It is saving energy”.
She was quiet for a moment.
“Does your computer like to hold its breath?” She asked.
