Was This Yours?

Were you eating this? It was good. You want it back?

Harper Plays A Game

I believe this game is called Pick Up The Crayons Put Them In The Bin Throw The Crayons On The Ground And Laugh.

I mean, she’s not even one. It’s a pretty detailed game for an 11 month old. I make the assumption that babies name their games by just describing what they do. Very German of them, I think.

Best. Photo. Ever.

Is this the best photo ever? Yes. Yes it is the best photo ever. There. I’ve said it. No one tell Danielle, though. I’ll never hear the end if it.

Claire’s Photography

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Milestones

It’s a relatively busy time for milestones. I predict my Jeep will hit 100K miles on my way home from work Friday. Or, thereabouts. So, that’s something.

Also, the blog passed 20,000 page views today. At least, that’s since October 2010 when I moved it to WordPress. Which is a surprisingly large number for a brag book/history project. And I think it’s been about 500 posts since I moved it over to WordPress.

So, yeah. Milestones.

Feed The Baby!

Claire really likes to feed Harper. Actually, now that Claire is feeling a bit better, she really likes doing anything. That’s just how she roles. Harper can take it or leave it as long as someone puts the food in her mouth.

See, Claire gets distracted. She’s three. no surprise there. But, then Harper has to get all shouty shouty to get Claire to keep shoveling food into her mouth. Harper isn’t even one. But she’ll eat her some food. And now!

The Burps

Poor Claire. She’s got a little bit of a stomach virus. Yesterday, she had a bit of a regurgitation issue. She calls it “burping”. So. Yeah. If my kid tells you she’s gotta burp real bad, like. Watch out.

I asked her how her stomach was feeling this morning. She said, “Daddy, I only burped yesterday!” So, I picked her up off the bed and she actually burped. I set her down and asked if she was okay. She said “No, the burps all gone.”

I can see where this is going to lead to some fundamental communication issues.

Sunrise – 19 February 2013

You know some mornings it isn’t so bad. My sleep schedule, that is. It has some perks.

Is It A Toy?

In fairness, I don’t know what to do with those things either. Because I sure can’t make it work. Claire hits it at the ground like a basketball. That’s something.

Might As Well Be Stalingrad

It’s like Stalingrad out there.*

So, 10 days ago the dogs discovered the fiber optic cable for the Internet. The company failed to bury it like they were supposed to. But, the dogs didn’t notice this until just recently. In the following ten days the dogs have eaten the temp line three times.

Why does the Internet Peoples keep replacing it with an unburied temp line? No idea. Haven’t had time to really consider that given the way we’ve been fighting with the dogs for the side yard, a small 100 square foot piece of weedy land that happens to supply our Internet needs.

We’ve had short lived successes. And much failure. In most instances, the temp line survived less time than the repair expert spent installing it. And then the ground thawed. It rained. And that weedy patch of side yard turned into a muck sucking bog.

Like, this aggression will not stand, dogs.** It is getting a bit desperate out there.

*For the purposes of this analogy, it is true that I am Stalin. But the dogs are Nazi backstabbing Germans.
**And am simultaneously The Dude. It degrades the point a little, but who doesn’t want to be The Dude?