Corn Cob

I don’t care who you are. The kid loves her some corn on the cob. Corn off the cob, what’s the point? But, corn cob? Yes, please. That’s adorable. I don’t care who you are.

Side note: She’s got great posture.

The One With Claire Dressing Herself

Look, man. Claire’s an independent woman. Well, toddler. You need to get that. She’s going to put her shoes on. She’s going to put her shorts on. And she’s going to put her shirt on. In that order. And no help from you shall be tolerated.

And, as you can see, she’s like her own miniature Criss Cross cover band.

Skeletor Returns

I thought you might like to see a photo of Baby 2.0. Why call the post Skeletor? Well. Funny story. Claire’s name, before she was Charlotte Claire Dass of the Washington D.C. Dasses, was Skeletor. It’s what we nicknamed the unborn child. You see, it was clear from the beginning that she was evil, sucking the life force from Danielle for her own selfish gain. After she was born, it was obvious that she was too adorable to be called Skeletor.

We’ll see what we see about Skeletor 2.0.


Recently we went to the sonogram office to catch a peek at the new baby. Naturally, we went as a family. At this place they call the patient in first to get them set up and then they call in the rabble. This particular office handles an assortment of imaging responsibilities. However, we happened to be in the waiting room with a couple of first timers. I take pride in saying that Claire may have frightened them.

Claire, already short on nap time, flipped out when escorted Danielle out on her own. No crying, but a lot of shouting “Mommy! Inside!” After the two minute freak out party, Claire decided to have some play time. She found a plastic dollhouse that had one half split in quarters so that it would open out. She also had in her possession her baby doll, which was not a matching set with the dollhouse. Meaning, baby doll didn’t quite fit. But, that didn’t stop Claire from mashing her in there whilst shouting “Inside!” at the baby doll. This may have also freaked out the first timers.

She’s going to make a great big sister.

Claire’s tantrum wasn’t entirely misplaced. They had us wait one hundred minutes after our appointed time ¬†for roughly ten minutes with the tech and five minutes with the doctor. Half that wait time involved myself, Danielle and Claire sitting in a room with twelve square feet of usable space. So, you know. That was fun.


We’re watching some soccer on the television and a team scores. Naturally, the announcer drops a “Goooooooooallllllll!” Claire thought that was just awesome. So, in the natural evolution of her fondness of the “Bert Day Yaaaay!” we now also have “Goooaaalll!”

If you want to know who it was, it was the U20 World Cup third place game with France. Who, as per their new norm, can’t even succeed at third place.


Speaking of generational toys. Check that out. That, my friends, is the monitor for my college computer next to my…professional success computer. Yesterday was a facility closure day in honor of the earthquake. So, I spent some time cleaning out the remainder of the crap that should have been thrown away¬†stuff that was left over from our move like twenty months ago. Hey, we didn’t have a garage to store it in.

And by “I”, I mean me and a couple of Danielle’s former students. Teaching does have some perquisites, you know.

Anyway, I couldn’t help but want to photograph the two together. You’re looking at the difference between technology from the year 2000 and some of the best from the year 2011. The monitor weighed more than my current computer. My new monitor is my computer. There’s no tower, AKA fire hazard when stored in a closed cabinet. Eleven years.

In related news, the architect for all the toys that I have now has stepped down as CEO. Sure, he’ll be Chairman Jobs now. But, whatever you think about Apple – and I’m no Apple disciple – that man radically shifted the course of technology in BOTH the 80s and the 00s. Reflect on that.

More personally, he’s the reason I can watch television in bed in the most comfortable way ever. I hope the move is to spend more time living life than it is to recover his health. I can’t wait to see what he does with the 20s.

Blast. Past. Mastodon.

Okay. Mastodon doesn’t really play. But, iconoclast is totally wrong. And the connection to the rhyme scheme portion of my brain has timed out.

I got these in an email from my Aunt Linda. That’s Aimee, Bethany and Joanna. My cousins.

I really like user participation, so I’ve decided to show them. I spend a reasonable amount of time trying to think of things that could be a part of Claire’s childhood and then a part of her children’s childhood. I put significant stock in generational connections through the small things. It means a lot to me that Claire has been able to play on a toy that was a feature in my dad’s childhood and my extended family’s childhoods. Plus, you know. Added bonus: Significant end user product testing.

So, thanks for the pictures! I’m aware of the other part of the email and I’m working on it.

Ooo. For everyone else, that’s right. That’s exclusive. I’ll bet you wish you could get an in crowd shout out too.