Bridgette went out West this past weekend. A lot of those trip photos follow.Here, B and her friend Wendy hang out in the Spagetti Factory.
Isn't it impressive that Zoe could take this picture?
Welcome to Kaiserstrasse. Much like my life, it's basically all about Owen and Zoe.
I had a very dumb idea today. I thought it would be fun to fingerpaint. It was too hot to go outside, so I busted out the fingerpaints. At least I had the good sense to strip Owen down to his diaper first. Apparently, like the folks at Burning Man, Owen thinks his body is a better canvass than the paper which was available for his use.
Owen and I have really gotten into cooking! Here, we're making pudding. Today (not depicted) we made oatmeal cookies. Sadly, Owen really likes the batter, and he and I had an unfortunate disagreement over who got to finish it. He won, but only because I'm more reluctant to cry over easily prepared foods.
I can't decide if the consumption of Dr. Pepper, if that's what Owen is doing in this photo, is defensible as a way of getting Owen in touch with his Texas roots on his paternal grandmother's side of the family, or if this photo doesn't rule out that we just but apple juice in a can which previously held Dr. Pepper so that Owen would feel grown-uppy. I guess it depends on the burden of proof at hearings convened by child protective services.
This was how Andy first greeted Zoe upon meeting her. He stood like that for more than an hour. I started to take pictures in case we'd need them for court later. At the end, Andy proclaimed that she was, indeed, my daughter, then went into our TV room and slept for 47 straight hours. When he emerged, he would only wear a tank top and had shaved off his underarm hair.