Archive for March, 2009

Bonus pic!

Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

Here’s an outtake from Saturday’s “Lovely in Lime” photoshoot, in case anyone was disturbed by the orcs. I think a little baby fishface is as good as a unicorn chaser any day.

Really, though, Uno Who and Ugluk are very sweet orcs, and they hardly ever eat anyone. Plus they’re louder than any other rhythm section I’ve worked with, and that’s important.

The new line-up

Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

Well, we haven’t heard him play yet, but Cousin Henry has the right look, so he’s in the band. Uncle Dan added him to our promo shot and everything!

Monday, March 30th, 2009

Got biker frogs on my dipe cover.

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

Cousin Henry heard about my punk band, Rage Against the Bath, and wanted to sign up, so he sent this promo pic.

Richard & Anne brought by some leftover ‘ugly’ desserts from their production run at ‘The Wash’. Mmmm.

To heck with the Art, it’s Saturday!

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

There’s been an awful lot of Art around here lately. Fancy camera angles, exotic locations, finger puppets, and so on. Sometimes the ‘rents let their ideas run away with them.

But face it, Mom & Dad, people come here for one reason: ME!

It’s Saturday, and I say give the people what they want. So here you go.

Visited by Paul, Katy, and Evelyn.

Joined Kate, Richard, and Ricko for dinner.

Friday, March 27th, 2009

Check out the fuzzy britches I found in the hand-me-down box.


(Quilt by Aunt Mary.)

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

That kind of day…

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

Bear addendum…

I forgot Blue Bear, who Dad made as a kid with Great Grandma Clara.

Also, here’s a better shot of Fingerpuppet Bear, along with brethren Fingerpuppet Bun and Fingerpuppet Elephant, who will be forming the core of my fingerpuppet army.

Had dinner at Jim and Emily’s and was exposed to dog cooties for the first time!

Tuesday, March 24th, 2009

Things are looking up. The pediatrician says the hips look great!

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

Went to Children’s Hospital for another ultrasound, this time of my hips. They hadn’t seen anything wrong. They scan all girls born breech because of an increased risk of hip dysplasia. Waiting to hear the results from the pediatrician but I’m not worried.

Then we went next door to Dad’s lab and met all of his work peeps.

Mom says I was grown in one of these test tubes. (I pretended to fall for it.)