Last days of school

Erinn and I had our last days of school this week. Here's what some students drew on my whiteboard. I obviously didn't do much to stop the Texas stereotype seeing as how the stick figures have boots, guns and a cowboy hat on.

A month old and some change

Callie loves it when Simon poops n' farts. Whenever she hears him rip one, she'll run over and smell what's going on. Just another of life's simple pleasures I suppose.

Erinn, don't worry. I pushed Callie away before she could lick his face.

My four minute mile*

*this is all assumed that I continue at the pace shown above. Even though my jogging routine has severely lapsed, there's no reason to think that I couldn't keep that up.

Sitting around...

...making faces.

One month old

Overalls

Since they look good on Simon, we're getting overalls for us.

The hoodie says "unabomber"...

But the baby says "you're way too busy to write a manifesto."

It's our "fruit anniversary"

aka four years. Two more until the "candy anniversary." I'll be registered at both Haribo and Hot Tamales.

This was taken on our honeymoon... we haven't been this tan since.

"Rubber ducky, you're the one...

.... You make bathtime semi-private so that mom and dad can't bring out pictures 17 years later and embarrass me."


That's how it goes, right?