Aug
20
August 20, 2006
Photos from the weekend (ie, the CheaterPants Journal Entry):
Driving to Alki Beach on Saturday. Not shown: the boy ripping apart and partially devouring the “One Step Ahead” baby catalogue I gave him as a distraction.
Clapping! He claps when we do, and imitates us if we make “Indian war cries” at him (you know, when you bounce your hand over your mouth so it makes a boo-boo-boo-boo sound? Does that noise have a name? Or how about when you run one finger up and down over your lips so it sounds like puh-buh-buh-buh-puh-buh-buh? He does that too).
The boys at Alki.
And again.
I buzz-cut Riley this weekend, mostly to correct the mistakes I made last time.
It’s a little, um, short. He looks like a Q-tip (a cute-tip! HA HA HA), but hopefully it will grow out evenly now.
Also, he’s developed a rather stylish bottle-consumption maneuver.
I don’t know what I fear more, him standing there like some kind of boy who is very, very close to running all over the house like a spider monkey, or the fact that I actually provided him with the spoon-and-pot drum combo on purpose. I am foolish and my days are numbered.
Aug
18
August 18, 2006
Opening day for the most killerest movie in the history of bitchin-ass movies?
Check.
Tickets for Cinerama, 1:30 show?
Check.
Kid in daycare?
Check.
Comfy pants on for shameful Milk Dud consumption?
You’re fuckin-A.
BRING. IT. ON.
Happy Snakes On a Plane day to one and all.
P.S. Post-movie three word review: Expections met? Abso-fucking-lutely.
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