Fat Cracker

Mariann thinks that 'cause her parents gave their twenty children T-bones to gnaw on, biscuit should have a cracker. Well, he wore most of it after he softened it up with copious amounts of drool and then he unceremoniously threw the eff up.

Passport Photo

We should be getting his passport in another
MONTH AND A HALF!! Stupid ter'rists.
Check out his super-awesome picture:

How is it...

I can't figure out how an ol'badger like me wound up with such a good natured, happy, happy baby. The next baby is going to have to be a real psychopath to compensate for this one...

Happy Earth Day

We didn't really get the chance to make many of the everyday decisions or plans before the baby was born 'cause we obviously ran quite out of time. So finally, for Earth Day, we're giving him a greener tush. Check out g diapers. It's been a pretty easy transition and a good compromise for a pair of hippie-poopophobes.

Huge baby garage sale this weekend...

I got a stack of cool books... dinosaurs, animals, poems, fairytales and Superfudge(!)... Oh, and a little microscope!!

Perspective

I love giving the camera to kids & seeing the results.

This girl luuurrrvved Buzzy.

Swimming II

We went with Bruce to the Y to take the booger swimming.

He spent a half-hour moaning and wailing mournfully after being taken out.

Beekeepers Association Meeting

'nuff sed.

THIRteen Pounds

In a brain-fart moment, I had entered nineteen pounds for some reason.

Owling

We took the lucky little turd owling for the first time today. Last year, same time, same weather, same place: not a single owl. This year: NINETEEN! Nineteen Short-eared owls!

Ken's...

...eyelashes

Toothfairy Boxes

Yoga boys came over yesterday and after lunch, the
moms made little boxes for teeth or allowances or
bugs or whatever. Here are three of them:

Speak friend, and enter...

Apparently, my Gandalf-brow comment sparked a bit of confusion. So here' s a picture that should help - here you can see that a mere five or six of my brows have become unruly; any more than that would have been truly disasterous. My name is Biscuit, and I have old man brows. Soon I'll break down and go to a rickety barber named Lewis or Irv or something. He'll select a comb, shaking off the blue liquid, and with a sympathetic smile to mask the shock that those suckers are on the face of a woman, he'll deftly and unceremoniously snip them off. After he sharpens his now dull scissors, stories of my epic eye sprouts will be passed on during many a Bocci ball game and on park benches the world over.

Twelve pounds, nine ounces

Happy Day After Yer Birthday, Nicole!!

I suck.

Can you smell the patchouli?

We're officially big ol' hippies now that we've worked member hours at the Co-op yesterday.

Eff off!!

In response to the last post, some have pointed

out that my kid looks like Wooly Willy and to

those few, I say, "$%&# you and good day."

Eyebrows

We've watched as the baby's eyebrows have seemingly shot out like weeds during the last 2 or 3 days. It looks like he'll have Ken's thick caterpillar brows and fortunately not my freakish Gandalf eye-whiskers. Whew.

This morning, I cut up some felt so that we can see what he's gonna look like. Well, things got a bit out of hand...

Buzz E. Bee

Dewd, he's bigger'n me!

Parrots of the World

As kids, Ken and I used to go to the same pet store to obsess over the fruit bat that they had there. Today, after meeting mommy's mommy (apparently what I used to call my grandmother as a baby) and mommy's mommy's mommy (the same grandmother's new title) for lunch, we took the little biscuit to the same store. It's WAY cooler now. There were a few owls, a raven, a kookaburra, a whole mess of other birds and animals and the same damn twenty-year-old fruit bat. I didn't know it was this guy's store. Ken's back was turned and heard him talking from across the room and knew who it was.

In his big ol' noggin, Ken has a tremendous catalog of people's voices. When watching a cartoon, he can identify the voice of an unknown actor who had a ten second, walk-on role in an obscure 1970s sitcom that was cancelled after two episodes. Even creepier, he can also do this in reverse. Every time I run to check teh internets, and every time he's right. I can barely identify my own freaking family when they're on the phone!

Lucky Daddy

Big Mr. Biscuit's silly dancing last night was rewarded with a huge burst of laughter from little mr. biscuit. He had been working on laughing for a few weeks and I've been doing silly thing after silly thing. Lucky, stoopid daddy.

Yoga boys

I took a prenatal Yoga class to prevent monster leg cramps. The six other women

that I met all had boys. This is Abbott, Vaughn and Jack.

Happy $%#@!?& Valentine's Day!

All about Valentine's Day.

Less fat, more filling

The little mister has never been a soft like a baby...more like a solid brick s%#@house. Despite not gaining and weight, he has apparently shot up an inch. He doesn't have the rolls he used to have - more chins than a Chinese laundry sez Great Grandma Biscuit - I can feel his ribs and he doesn't have the immense backfat roll that used to buttress his head.

Lucky little creep

I was under the impression that all photo ID pictures were supposed to be crappy. So much so that I purposefully make contorted faces now. The little booger had a perfect passport photo taken today - smiling and everything - doesn't get that from my side of the family. Evidence to follow once I dig the car out and get to a scanner.

Plateau

He hasn't gained an ounce in two whole weeks. Well, he's also gotten his first cold... from Mama, the Disease Vector.

The King's Singers

Last night, after Paige's birthday party, Ken found out that these guys were in the U.S. - here of all places - and would be performing in about an hour. We made it! The little biscuit had a bit of a rough start, he didn't like it when the lights - the beloved lights - got turned down. He eventually calmed down (outside the theater) enough to enjoy the concert. We even met the singers afterward to get autographs and offer apologies for the little outburst. They were so cool!

Happy Birthday, Paige!!

Eleven and a Half Pounds

Bathtime

Heading home from Michigan

4 Generations of Biscuits

The big surprise this weekend: Pa Biscuit realized he couldn't pass up the opportunity for four generations to be together and flew out to Michigan, literally hunted us down, and found us in Grandma's post-church restaurant.