Christmas morning

Waiting for Mom to wake up, watching the yule log on TV.

Now we're getting somewhere. Into the stockings.

A belt.

Hello, Hello Kitty.

Yes! Judy Blume Fudge book.

Something new since last year: Buster can read the labels himself.

Getting crowded.


Resorting to weaponry.

Drums!

Daisy talks on her new phone about her new robot dog.
12/25/09

Walkie talkies

Trial run.

12/25/09

Buster likes his first present

Each kid gets to open one present on Christmas Eve. Buster thought his was OK.

12/24/09

Heading home

After a week of sharing a bed with Daisy, Buster had had enough.

On the plane. Daisy's got the whole crew.

Buster's art work for the captain. He delivered it at the end of the flight.

11/14/09

Friday dinner

Please help me, help my Raggedy Ann doll, and keep an eye on my cousin Amy, who I think might try to steal Snorky.

Cars.
11/13/09

A day in St. Boogie

We start with a little air hockey.


Then to Tower Grove Park.


This is a really fun spinny thing. Not pictured: Post-spin upchuck. Fun!

Rare photograph of Buster and Daisy playing together.


Lunch at the Royale.


And then on to the ridiculously awesome Citygarden sculpture park in downtown St. Louis.


Art appreciation. Heh-heh. Heh.

Big brother appreciation.

Big ol' Pinocchio.

Who gets a punch in the nuts from Buster. Now here's some random Daisy cuteness.


And an antidote.


Big Arch, little girl.

Right under it.

Hanging out with the Ryan boys.

Back home. Big smiles from Daisy and Taylor.
11/12/09

Magic House

Daisy and her new piggy, whose name is Snorky, get ready for the day. All stuffed animals lately are named Snorky, at least at first.

I gave a book about "The Simpsons" to Jon, but A.J. decided dad didn't need to be the first to read it. No pictures or anything, but A.J. spent the whole day riveted by it.

Curious George in the house. The Magic House.

Fishing.


Fixing a tire.

'Sup, George.

This is the beginning of a very strange little interlude, when A.J. and Curious George, um, got into a fight.



Take it from me, George. You aren't winning this one.

Meanwhile, Daisy's climbing the walls looking for a way out.

She's got no beef with George.
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