Happy Memorial Day

We didn't make it to the 9 freaking AM parade (wtf?) so we went to a later parade out in the boondocks. Normally, the booger gets pretty transfixed with trees. Today, it was all about the flags. Besides candy, they were chucking little flags, which he promptly stuffed into his mouth.

Storytime 2

We brought Grandma Biscuit and then went to the Build-A-Bear workshop.

Grandma made an adorable bear named Stitch.

Mother's Day and Tulipfest

After a wonderful breakfast in bed, we went to the park for Tulipfest and a nap under a tree. What a great day...

Congrats, Annie!

Annie's just about the coolest Physics nerd there is.

Here's a joke in honor of the occasion:

Q: What is the definition of a tachyon?

A: It's a gluon that's not completely dry.

(I don't get it)

Rainbow

We had a wonderful dinner high above Boulder with this view.

Frequent Flyer

Wherez my skymall, dammit?

S'more Cupcakes

...yum...

yogaboyz

Things get a little raucous when the boys get together. Lots of hand-

holding lately. We piled them all onto the couch for a photo-op and it

rapidly devolved into a contest we now call 'Last Baby Not Crying.'

Don't wave at me, asshat.

A friend insisted that we go to storytime at a nearby book store because the featured book was about a dog named Biscuit. They read a story, do a related craft and bring out a costumed character from the book. Uh-oh.

Let me just tell you: I hate mo&$*!?&ers in costumes. I hate the tedious little four part pantomime (nod, shake hands, point, hands to mouth like laughing). Mess with me and I'll punch you, creepy f$?&ers. However, I warmed up to Biscuit. Some poor employee had to get into this particularly sight-obstructing costume, get led through a series of cramped aisles and gingerly guided into a wobbly folding chair by two handlers.

I even asked to take a picture with the little biscuit... took a cute picture... and then I heard a loud whisper from within the giant, hollow head, "AM I HOLDING A BABY?"

F$?&er.

Buzzy and Abbott R 2 cool 4 U...

Fourteen and a Half Pounds!!

"Business" Trips

Grandpa Biscuit has been coming up for a series of what we believe are

imaginary meetings for the last 3 weeks. I heard from the bellmen that

he's been hanging around the hotel lobby a fair bit. What a ruse!

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."