you dream in a cartoon garden

en route from dallas to waco, a paradigm shift: armrests are not just for arms.

"that's hot"

in case you missed it, paul, kristine and the evan were on property brothers last night. if i was evan i would probably be pissed that the longest shot of me was taken when i was sleeping. if i was evan i would also probably be surprised that my teeny tiny mom had so much attitude. this one is not a submissive, silent azian wifey.

some thoughts while watching:
was not sure in some shots whether i was seeing paul or a mexican construction worker
do the property brothers suffer from gigantism?
if i had to be on the show, my gray t shirt, levi's wardrobe would take me through day 3. ditto jeremy.
it is weird to hear the announcer and the brothers say "evan"
thanks kristine for representing prefontaine

here is a short clip:

9-5

working lunch. esther m paying homage to her own working mother, here pictured with her napping son, elmo, cheese, crayons, calculator and lorax coloring book.

luckily she works for one of those progressive companies that provides an area to feed your child.

merry christmas, not

jeremy's mom gave us a box of ornaments that jeremy had made or picked out as a kid. while pulling out ornaments i found this note:

"i hope you like it and if you do you'll be/look like the rest cause this is the same thing i got my last girlfriend too"

i think it is safe to say that he was just born this way.

and speaking of christmas, this was our christmas tree:

our good intentions finally caught up to our actions just a week before christmas and the place we had bought our trees in the past was closed, shut down, with not a tree left. we went to lowe's and found the best tree out of the 12 or so left. as we went to check out, the cashier gave us our grand total of $6.77. seven bucks, what a deal! sadly, by the time we got home and most of the needles had already shaken off, we realized that seven dollars was indeed not a good deal but a rip off.

i waited a few days for the branches to drop before hanging ornaments. they never did. so i did the best i could with our poor, dead, rigor mortis laden tree and this was the final result.

note to self: discounted christmas trees, think twice.

saturday night fever

how i spent my saturday night. jg called her the honey badger of poop.

possible evidence that booty scratching is a natural and not learned trait

re-purposing

pony stub

EM's first ponytail. jeremy and i both felt uneasy, it made her look like a little girl and not a baby.

she is growing up........

old mcdonnell