birthday breakfast, attended by dinosaur toting a bedraggled succulent.
1. working out our energy at pump it up. i think i deserved a golden medal for going back to back with swim lessons.
2. that carpet freaks my shit out. as do the fluorescent lights.
3. aw. it's like a tacky, inflatable metaphor for the life ahead of her.
this is a quarter second before violet freaks out and i go off to get the scar still on my elbow.
to honor his mother on the anniversary of his birth, oliver lovingly and painstakingly recreated the event which ushered him into this world. commemorative plates are available in the gift shop.
really. who picks out the flooring for these places? here is the linoleum sample showroom. it's like a tacky, linoleum metaphor for the lives ahead of them.
we sat next to one another for a moment.
coming back from not pooping.
booty. his navy blue vintage suitcase with red vinyl corners and rainbow stripe detail did not bother arriving until the day after. the second one is the part where violet started pinching him. the video is better.
a very large life jacket. buddha tshirt, already worn to episcopalian summer camp.
a godfather horse's head tshirt. books to calm the five year old's soul.
the stegosaurus tshirt and this is why we don't eat animals. vintage vera latch hook kit and anh's anger, which is mildly hilarious if depictions of anger crack you up.
to ease the pain of receiving the gaymaker triumvirate of the latch hook, the peg loom, and the french knitting mushroom, i threw in a modern-day rubik's snake.
it was super breezy, so the candle was a no go until we got home.
take my picture with the kids. no, wait until the wind stops. oh.
wait, the wind's blow agai... oh, just hurry up.
traditional swinging of the children.
one last slide and we're out of here. it took 20 seconds for his sweaty, bare legs to go all the way down this thing. these are the last moments of brian's shoe not having poop stuck to its bottom.
we sent him to bed with the full daylight on.