Excerpt from an IM conversation with my soon to be 15 year old daughter.

1:09:49 PM) me: wha??? where ARE you?
(1:10:03 PM) her: ‘ere pa, righ’ ‘ere
(…)
(1:10:40 PM) her: Unneh, unneh! Shaouldn’t you bee a, werkin?

My 2 year old son asked his 21 year old sister when she was going back to work in the “lady box”.  That’s his name for the cashier’s station at the department store.

It’s hard to capture theenthusiasm with which my 2 year old exclaims his delight nearly everytime he draws his favorite letter or number or otherwise stumbles upon it - the number ‘4′. 

I wanted to fix his bald spot by expanding it into the shape of this, his favorite of all characters.

That’s what the doctor says now!

I’m told that’s what the Doctor said 50 years ago.

I’m holding my 4 year old back… “Tell me the password!”, I said.  Then I whispered, “It’s ‘Daddy is the coolest.’”

“Daddy is clueless!”, he said.

That once, maybe twice a summer perfect combination of water temperature and wave height that makes Holland State Park one of the greatest places on earth.

72 and 6 and (a schedule free day) only comes once a decade.

I was wrestling around with the boys and while so doing lifted my 2 year old in the air in order to bring him down with a might crash.  Arrggh!!

WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!!

Oops.  Too high.  It’s a good thing that the windy side of a fan is the one without the leading edges of the blades.

It’s what the milk looks like after most of the fruit loops are gone.

Because I had been posting rather frequently, and a month ago we went on vacation, and I haven’t had a chance to do so since.

This post doesn’t mean, however, that I’m all caught up.