Everything is Unfinished

Me, age 2-ish:	Johnny, age 1-ish:

Jack, age 26 months:

Anyone see a resemblance?

31 As a 1930s wife, I am Poor Take the test!

122 As a 1930s husband, I am Very Superior Take the test!

The results are in: I’m an awesome man.

Here’s my mom, and the person who made me a mom.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Trust me, we’re all glad that your new movie isn’t another unnecessary, unfunny Austin Powers sequel. But when I saw the preview for The Love Guru the other night, it physically pained me. Please stop this madness.

Thanks,
Everyone.

Saturday we had our first grilled meal of the year, and it was amazing. Steak on the grill is a favorite around here, given that we are big fans of meat and a lot of it. And what goes better with meat than more meat? Woody brought us BACON SALT and we decided we needed to test it out on the steaks. We had high expectations, and we were not disappointed. And it tasted even better on the Rice-a-Roni. It may be the San Francisco Treat, but a little bacon flavor made it even more of a, uh, treat. And the bacon salt is calorie-free, fat-free, vegetarian and kosher, so people that live in San Francisco may even use it!

And why was Woody visiting our neck of the woods? The NFL Draft, of course. And also to see some Lincoln crap. This town’s got a lot of that. Anyway, it’s become something of a tradition to allow Woody into our home for the draft, and this year I even made a cake. It looked kind of disturbing as it was baking, but it turned out great. And it tastes much better than a real football. Well, unless that real football has some bacon salt on it.

But I wish I could transport it to Columbus.

I’m feeling a little homesick.

One of my favorite sites, I Can Has Cheezburger? launched a spin-off which I just found tonight called I Has A Hotdog. Instead of featuring mainly cats, they’re all about goggies, er, ahem, doggies. I was browsing through the entries and when I came across this one, I literally LOL’ed. Even though I was all by myself. And I keep laughing every time I look at it again.

Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

Edited to add: Look what else I found: Pundit Kitchen! Basically LOLPoliticians (LOLiticians?), awesome.

Today, my baby is two.

And although he will, of course, always be my little baby, he is quickly growing into a little boy. He has boundless energy for running and jumping and throwing.

He’s silly and laughs a lot and loves to make us laugh. He is also incredibly sweet when he wants to be, giving hugs and kisses and snuggles.

He’s so smart and loves puzzles, books (especially counting books), and to see his name written. He’s all boy: he can spot a basketball net from a mile away, is fascinated by cars and trains, and stops dead in his tracks for Elmo. But he has a softer side still for Dora, butterflies and rainbows.

I’m proud to say that he loves crayons and stickers. I’m also proud to say that, since Christmas, he will lay down and nap or go to sleep at night with very little fuss - as long as he has his blankie. He is stubborn and headstrong and perpetually moving.

And he’s all mine, and I love him infinity to the infinity power.

And although 33 doesn’t inspire quite the same feelings, I love my big boy just as much.