6.16.2008
Father's Day Scoot
As I mentioned last time, L and I are now solidly in the realm of family life. I listen for the air quality warnings in the morning before I listen to Morning Edition on Liberal Media. Today they had to invent a new one--Code Purple. It's worse than Code Red (which means "don't breathe"). I think Purple must mean "run for your life." There are wild fires to the east of us, and they are causing all the non-breathing.
Anyway, here is our family whiteboard, with our domestic calendar. Luckily, we have two of these things. This is what we use the second one for:
The newest addition to R's artillery of fun is the Rainforest Jumperoo. He uses one at the sitter's house and spends much of his waking time demanding to be held upright as if he were standing, so I anticipate this toy being a hit.
We had a visit from Auntie Dre-dre'z over the weekend. She read R all of the conservative opinion columns (psych!)
Since Buckley is gone, looks like George Will will be the ranking conservative capo in charge of mentioning Ronald Reagan every time he is asked about anything.
You can't read it but Rowie's shirt says, "Riding in Style Makes the Ladies Smile."
In a fit of helpful good manners, Audie did all the laundry last week. However, it was exhausting and she needed a nap.
Which brings us to Father's Day! In celebration of my first chance to demand kudos from the tribe for fulfilling my evolutionary imperative, we held extensive Greco-Roman wrestling matches. Davidson Bear pinned Rowan in a steel cage grudge-match.
Here, Liz displays our newfound parental superpower: passing the boy off to guests.
Finally, R is introduced to what the managers of the world call "sticks 'n' carrots." In this case both stick and carrot are a one-legged lion wth purple ears.
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