
Thoughts — 22 August 2010
Dad and I at Yankee Stadium; Grandma Arriving by Pedicab (when you just can’t get a taxi in midtown Manhattan); Elizabeth and Karen at Statue of Liberty; and our son hooded in a pair of underwear watching TV. We are
Dad and I at Yankee Stadium; Grandma Arriving by Pedicab (when you just can’t get a taxi in midtown Manhattan); Elizabeth and Karen at Statue of Liberty; and our son hooded in a pair of underwear watching TV. We are
This month I’ve been hoarding all my notes and together it makes for a particularly good read. Our kids have been a real hoot. Jeremy has fallen in love with hot dogs and he’ll just sit down at the table
The Upper West Side is an interesting place. We went to a puppet show in Central Park this month which was a parody of several fairy tales. The Big Bad Wolf couldn’t figure out how to help the troll eat
Elizabeth came into our room and announced at about 10 this morning “I’ve got good news. I can see New Jersey.” There had been fog this morning blocking our view across the river. The good people of New Jersey can
I just returned from Boston to vent at the Tea Party Express rally at the State Capital reliving nearly 250 years of history. The only ones who will profit from this of course are those organizing the movement and speaking
Jeremy threw us for a flip this morning — he got up by himself, took off his diaper and neatly put it into a garbage bin (such a neatnik), moved a chair to his closet and got up on it
Photos from Sunset Key Cottages in Key West, Florida A major snowstorm sorta crept out up of nowhere this week and we stepped into a city park today that looked like a winter wonderland with people on cross-country skis. But
Photos mostly at the Montage Resort in Laguna Beach, California Here’s something special — a 45 second video of Jeremy being very proud of himself after he climbed up on that rock you saw above all by himself. We didn’t
The best picture this month is of Jeremy on the “can” wearing nothing but his boots (he seems to like ‘going commando’ in the house in his boots), but I’m afraid of being prosecuted for child pornography over the Internet
Our Little Colonialists at Williamsburg, Virginia I went looking for sweat pants for the kids — they don’t call them that any more. Now they’re yoga stretch pants. I should have known — I went away overnight and Elizabeth said
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