Baby Fat

O.K., I wouldn't say that I'm overweight but I can't seem to loose that last bit of tummy fat from having The Monkey two and a half years ago. This fact became abundantly clear on Christmas day. I was given a pair of Levi's 501 Shrink to Fit jeans from Tom for Christmas. I love 501s because in the past they have always fit great and lasted forever. Excited I ripped the tags off and threw the jeans in the washer and dryer. When I began to put them on, I realized that they were a little tight. While trying to figure out how to make them fit, I laid down on the bed and assumed the downward gut-sucking button the jeans pose for a couple a minutes. Deep breath and...hold it...keep holding...that's it, done. I got up, did the bend the knees to stretch out the jeans pose a couple of times and thought, "Whooaaa, these are tight, but they should be O.K., I mean, my jeans always stretch out a little and I end up constantly pulling them up throughout the day. Oooh, they'll be fine." I went out to show Tom and The Bubby. They thought the jeans looked good, until I lifted my shirt. We've been together eleven years now. Tom said nothing. The Bubby smiled awkwardly. I got busy getting food ready for the potluck we were going to that night. Tom, The Bubby and Monkey left. I was alone. Feeling a little lightheaded, I keep thinking, "Whoa, these are tight. Oh, they'll stretch out." After about forty-five minutes, I began to loose feeling in my right leg. I became hypoxic, though I'm still not sure, if it was the Bailey's or not. Vanity dies hard. The jeans came off. I don't believe in New Year's resolutions but we will see what happens.

Pizza Pizza

Sing Dada! Play Dada!

Pizza
Pizza
Round and Flat
Covered With Tomato Sauce
and Cheese
(Air Guitar Solo)
Pizza
Pizza
Round and Flat
Covered With Tomato Sauce
and Cheese
(Air Guitar Solo)

Dance Mama!

Beacuse He's Crazy That Way

The monkey has been running around naked a bit much lately. We don't mind, like most parents we love seeing our little person being carefree and comfortable. When asked, "Monkey, why do want to be naked all the time?", he answers, " 'Cause, I'm crazy that way."
Oh, O.K.. We did have to tell him that he cannot help bake Christmas cookies naked. Or at least until he is thirty and in his own kitchen. He seemed to understand and liked that idea because he ran into the bedroom and wanted his clothes back on, all the while saying, "Be like Bubby."
Bubby is his fifteen year old brother, Pooch. He is a sophmore in high school and is quite an old soul. He uses the school halls as his runway for his daily outfits and is on his way to design school after he graduates. He loves the city Paris (after visiting it a couple of summers ago) and wants to live there as soon as possible. Sweet. We can have a place to stay when we visit France.
The monkey has also been telling us that when he does't want to do something we ask him to do, he will say, "No way, Jose." I guess, like most kids, he is only repeating what he hears. It's just facinating that he is picking out what is funny and uses it to lighten up the situation. It works.

Getting To Know The Monkey

This is a picture of our monkey, but not on the roof . He rarely sleeps, eats a lot and is one of the most unique people we know. He is our inspirtation and our exhaustion. This week, he likes to cook num-num, play the drum, piano and flute, sing, read, go on walks, play with sticks of all sorts including bamboo, put his friends in the refrigerator, mow and blow the living room floor, drive the yellow car, ride his scooter, play with his friends and pick-up and put away when he is all done. Why? Because that's what he likes to do. Why? Because it is fun. Why? Hmmmm.