Monday, March 29, 2010

Fox vs. Squirrel



My awesome husband painted some awesome stripes in our more awesome than it was before bathroom!

That is all.



Friday, March 26, 2010

Garden 2010

Last year we got one strawberry, maybe 10 cherry tomatoes and one sad little under-ripe salad tomato. The squirrels, though, had a banner year.

But this is our year. I can feel it.

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We're growing two types of tomatoes--Celebrity & Sweet Millions (I've never tried these before, but if Sweet One Hundreds are good, Millions have to be, like ten thousand times better, yes?)

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squash, cute little blond boys, radishes, carrots, cucumbers, strawberries, basil & peppers

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...da duhn duuuuun: WATERMELON, bitches!

So, to sum up: fuck you, squirrels.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Nap Time

Sometimes Dash falls asleep with his ass in the air like he did when he was a baby. Related: sometimes I like to fuck around with Flickr.

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Tuesday, March 23, 2010


We had another water fight.

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I got my ass kicked.

Monday, March 22, 2010


This weekend we went to the park with a friend Dash hasn't seen for almost a year. They were really close when they were at the same school, but our families drifted apart a little when he moved. So, we were able to finally get it together for some fun at a new-to-us park that is the very definition of awesome. I almost couldn't resist going down the big slide my own self. Check it:

Dash and his friend picked up exactly where they left off (the way only 4-year-olds can) and were best friends within 10 minutes of arriving. Kids are awesome.

SO ANYWAYS, this friend came to the park in a long sleeved shirt and it was much hotter than we expected, so his mom just took his shirt off until she could get to the car to get him a change of clothes. In the few minutes that he was shirtless some little assholes started making fun of him. And what do you think that my little dude did? He defended his friend, unprompted. He said, "stop making fun of my friend!" and they did! Seriously, I don't like bragging on my kid, and I hate it when other parents do, but I have never been prouder of him. Honestly. Never. He stood up to bigger kids to defend his friend who was scared. He was a fucking star.

So when we got home I baked him 24 cupcakes. Because that's how I do.


BOOM goes the dynamite:


Action shot:


Sunday, March 21, 2010


We welcomed back our much beloved and pined for Spring yesterday with some daffodils, a water fight (not pictured, obvs) and grilled burgers & Peter Pan on the picnic quilt.



Also, a photo shoot:





Handsome, yes?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Fox vs. Squirrel

Hi. I opened an Etsy store. I know!

Right now there are just a bunch of onesies in there, but more is coming, promise!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

Princesses & Black Knights

This weekend we went to the pinkest, most glittery, princess-iest party in the history of the universe. I know I occasionally moan about the lack of glitter nail polish & tulle in my life, but honestly, I'm usually really happy to have a boy. This party, though, did leave me a little weepy and yearny for a girl. I mean really. Look:

All lined up before the princess parade.


Friday, March 12, 2010


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It's all I do anymore.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010


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Dudes, my husband completed a triathlon. He was all, "hey, maybe I could do a triathlon." And then HE FUCKING DID. My husband=rules.

Would you like to hear about our trip to La Quinta, where the triathlon was held? I thought so.

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This is what I did for three hours on the drive. I took a crochet class with Cindy and I have lost my ever-lovin' mind. It is all I do, all I think about. I crochet until I lose feeling in my hand. And then I crochet more because only a pussy stops for pain and I'm no pussy.

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We're fairly regimented about tv and sweets with Dash. Friday is dessert night, ONLY if he's at least tasted what we served for dinner every night during the week; and we don't turn on the tv until the sun is down in the evenings. But when we go on vacation (or stay at a "ho-towel" as Dash calls it) all bets are off. He can gorge on tv and donuts until 4 am if he wants. No rules, bitches.

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We brought the bike into the room. Because we is klassy.

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We went to dinner at the Hog's Breath Inn the night before the race. Hey, Josh, how many triathlons have you completed in your life so far?

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How many by tomorrow night?

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So then we got there & Josh was all, "How many tickets to the gun show?"

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Right before the race started we just kinda hung out by the lake and marveled at the variety of people who would be participating. I saw several women who weighed at least 200 lbs, a 72-year-old man and a guy with only one leg. For a split second I thought about training with Josh and trying it myself next year. Then I thought, "No. I like wine. And sitting still."

The swim was first. Poor husband's rented wetsuit burst a zipper right before the race, so he had to swim with ice-cold water flowing into his suit the whole time. That tiny speck is him.

After the swim came the bike portion. Again, he is the speck (I am no sports photographer, but in my defense, I was working one-handed as Dash refused to let me put him down for even a second. He is no triathlete, I'll tell you that much.)

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And, the run! By this point it was pouring down rain and if I were in the race I would have packed up and walked my ass back to the car. But not this guy. No rest, yo!

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Poor hubs. He seriously was about to pass out but indulged me one victory photo.

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Also, did not puke on the child, which was commendable considering what he'd just been through.

Nice work, Papa. You make us proud! Now take a load off for a few weeks and stop making us all feel bad about our own lazy asses.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010


Oregon 2009

Dear Zaz,

I love you more than Champagne picnics and little kids in sailor suits. You're funnier than the Lone Raspberry & most pirate jokes. You are the love of my life and I am thankful for you every day, but especially today--on the anniversary of the day you were born and started your journey toward me & Dash. I'm glad you escaped all of those dinosaurs that must've been snapping at your heels. (Because you're so old. And were born in prehistoric times. Many millions of years ago. Get it? You=old.)

We love you like the sun.

Happy birthday, old man.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010


From "Enough" by Alice McDermott

Monday, March 01, 2010

Full Moon

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Did you guys see the amazing full moon last night?

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We did