Saturday, March 15, 2008

Beware the Ides of March photo dump

Some of these are almost 2 months old. So? You get what you pay for and you'll like it.

Oliver, Buster and Gabe at Buster's birthday party.

Daisy too.

Where's Daisy?

Hmph.

Aye-aye, sir. Buster's Naval training is why he's so good at following orders.

On the S.S. Jeremiah O'Brien.

Know how you can tell this is an old picture? Let's let Daisy tell us. "I don't use sippy cups anymore. I use big girl cups, because I'm a big girl. I used to be a baby but I'm not a baby anymore."

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Daisy sorts 'em out

Are you a friend?
Am I a friend? Yeah, I'm a friend.
No, you're not a friend.
You're right. I'm not a friend. I'm a daddy, right?
No.
Yes. I am a daddy. I'm an immediate family member.
No, this is my family house.
Right, and I'm in your family.
Well, get out of my family.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Map of San Francisco Bay (detail)

With Saucelito, Tresure Island and the ocean included. Cartographers believe "Actor" is "Alcatraz." Buster may have gotten help with spelling from a distracted teacher.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Match this, Alan Lomax

A great find, musicologists! A rare home-made recording of Buster, the songwriter, interpreting his composition "I Am Buzz Lightyear." Or whatever it's called. This was recorded in the spring of '07.

It might be better to download the recording, but it'll stream if you click on it, assuming you have Windows Media Player.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Friday, January 25, 2008

The Bat-artist


All set up.

Cayuga Playground


So not into it.

Three amigos

The best thing


is feeling so safe.

Best slippers

ever

It's just what I've always wanted!


Shouted after each of the first three or four presents opened on Christmas morning.

Arr!

Dad asks Buster a silly question

Dad, you know how I say goodbye to a baby?
No.
Like this. [Makes silly face] Bye-bye!
That's pretty funny. When do you ever say goodbye to a baby?
Whenever I see a baby and I'm leaving.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Flying

Daisy: My band-aid flew off.
Buster: It didn't fly off, Daisy. Band-aids can't fly. Nothing can fly.
Birds can fly. Rubber bands can fly.
Rubber bands cannot fly.
Sure they can, watch. [Gets rubber band, shoots it down the hall.]
Where'd it go?
It flew down the hallway, hit the doorknob and landed right there.
It didn't fly.
Sure it did. How you think it got down there? It didn't walk.
That's not flying. It's falling with style.

You either get the reference or you don't.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Chick flix

We have two cups and two plates with Tweetie Bird and daisies on them. One pair is blue and one is pink. I know Buster doesn't like any of them, but, not thinking, I grabbed the blue cup to put his milk in.

Not that cup. I don't like those plates or cups.
Why not?
Because they're girly. They have flowers on them. Things that have flowers on them are girly.
I like flowers. You think I'm girly?
Well, some people like things that are girly. I'm one of those people who doesn't.
Well, OK. That's fine.
The only thing I like that's girly is the movies.
You like girly movies?
Yeah.
What girly movies do you like?
Pretty much all of them.
But I mean what are some girly movies?
Well, mostly princess movies.
I didn't know that you liked those.
Yeah, I like all the girl movies.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

My hostile breakfast with Daisy

I'm gonna put mud in that coffee.
Why are you going to do that?
Cause I'm gonna put dirt on your breakfast bar, Daddy.
That's not very nice.
Why are you writing, Daddy?
Because I want to remember what you say.
I'm gonna put dirt on that towel, Daddy.
I don't like that.
Where's my candy?
I don't know. I don't want to give you any candy if you're doing all these mean things to my breakfast.
Yucky. I'm gonna put dirt in your hair. I'm gonna put mud on your hair. I'm gonna put mud on your face. I'm gonna put mud on your glasses. I'm gonna put mud on your shoes.
Where are you going to get all this mud?
Cause it's yucky from the mud. Cuase I'm gonna put it on your hair too.
Are you mad at me?
I'm gonna put it in your mouth
Well I'm gonna put kisses on your face.
I'm gonna put milk on your face.
I'm gonna put kisses on your belly.
I'm gonna put dirt on your belly.
I'm gonna put kisses on your neck. Because I'm not mad at you.
I'm gonna put dirt on your shirt.
That rhymes.
No it doesn't mime. It's yucky.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Thanksgiving


A major pastime at Thanksgiving dinner was to try to get a decent picture of an uncooperative Daisy. Here's cousin Tyler's game attempt. The winning entry comes from Uncle Jeff:

Tar pits


Superman's too sharp to step in that $#!%.

Baby keeps her shoes clean by going neigh-neigh.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Dynamic Duo

Dad, sometime can you get a Robin costume?
For you?
No, for you. And then you can be Robin when I play Batman.
Well, I don't really want to do that.
Why?
Because when I was a kid, I had a big brother. Uncle Jeff. And when we played Batman, I always had to be Robin, and he was Batman.
C'mon, Dad. It'll be fun. Just like in the old days.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Batman


nabs the villain, who appears to be doing a mocking Batusi.

Backstage

Jack-o-lantern

Boxing

Good knight

Rare sight


Buster smiling for the camera.

Card shark


Go fish.

Tattooed dancing girl

Every neighborhood


has that eccentric couple.

Reading

'Scuse me


The tattoo girl requests the floor.

Rooster


Drew it himself -- lefty.