Ok, I'm lazy.

Payne wanted to build with blocks. I was lounging with the dogs.

I didn't want to move.

So,

Wait for it...

We built the Ethel Tower.

Get it?

Heh heh heh.

Go ahead and get my autograph while it's cheap.

My house could be haunted and I would never know.

Stuff moves around here without my knowledge on the daily.

-All of my belts were missing until Sunday.

-Dan lost the insole for one of his shoes for a good three months.

-We lost the T.V. remote for TWO YEARS. I assumed Payne had thrown it in the garbage at some point, but then a cleaning lady came as a gift when I had Genevieve and when I got home it had been placed very neatly on the coffee table. I still have no idea where it was hiding for the better part of my son's life.

-Dan routinely unpacks his work suitcase at his hotel and finds a coaster, or matchbox car, or some other token of our child's (or a wee spectre's?) affection.

-I just got up to use the bathroom and found all of the toothbrushes laying in the sink and pointing towards the drain.

The positive spin on all of this is that having stuff get stolen and shifted about the house continually has really improved my marriage.

- All of Dan's socks are gone? The baby must have taken them.

- There's a massive puddle of soda on the wood floor? The baby must have knocked Dan's Dr. Pepper can over.

- Can't find an important reciept? The baby ate it.

I'm positive that we both know full well the majority of the time that our grievances of the day were probably the fault of our spouse, but it's awesome having largely mute scapegoats. Nobody hates the baby. The baby is cute, holds no grudges, has no vices.

I plan to use this method to avoid dealing with relationship issues until "the baby" is out of law school.

Ahhhh....

Genevieve is 11 months old!

Haaa ha ha ha!

I love this photo. She was watching the dogs bark at the fence. She is getting so, so big. We have six teeth now. She walked behind a walking toy for the first time yesterday, and right after I took this picture, she just let go and, like, stood there for several seconds. She was just standing there like it was no biggie, watching the dogs, then she put her arm back out and grabbed the toy again. I squealed and tried to grab another photo but I wasn't quick enough. Plus, the pooper scooper would have been in the background. Whoops.

I ordered first birthday party invitations yesterday. Crazy.

A few things.

Children defy statistics.

Theoretically, one has a 50% chance of putting one's shorts on with the front on the front and the back on the back.



I think we're running with a 5% success rate. Heh.

Payne has inexplicably attached himself to an ice cream scoop:

They met at Target and have been inseperable ever since. This has earned us some strange looks in public. Especially since Payne approaches complete strangers with the announcement "My got an eye keem goop!".

Oh, and Stella decided her work place wasn't ergonomic, so she made a few adjustments; brought in some new equipment...

You've really got to keep the head, neck, and spine as fully aligned as possible.

Just call him George,

crossing the DeleWal-Mart parking lot.

Rachel's Slightly Illegal Cleaning Service now operational!

We offer exceptionally low prices due to our very accomodating staff, and all cleaning supplies (used men's athletic socks and spittle) are included.

Call today and we'll include a special wood floor treatment of old milk spatters and infant tear drops on the house!

Boys.

While walking into a restaurant last night, Payne sneezed about four times in a row, then wiped his nose on his sleeve. I asked him "Payne, do you need a tissue?". His response: "Nope. My just need mine arm!". Ha!