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."