Rehearsal

of the Half-Naked Drill Team. (11/5)

Candy

The aftermath. (11/2)

Just sitting here

Why do you ask? (11/2)

The Dark Knight

lives.


(10/31)

This was Halloween. There was trick-or-treating shortly after, but it was raining out, so no photos. Buster took a tumble down a set of two or three concrete steps, scraping his knuckles but impressively not dropping a single piece of candy. After a minute or two of crying he was OK and ready to move on. As we started toward the next house, he said, "Daddy, I had an accident." I said, "I know, son, you fell down those -- oh." Kind of a rough trip around the neighborhood, but well worth it. The candy's still holding out.

Bookends

You know how your best friends are. You get together, you kick it. It doesn't change all that much, but somehow it never gets old. Daisy and her friend Cameron Hickert seem to have hit on an activity they both enjoy.
Mid-August
Oct. 30

Making muffins

(10/30)

Halloween

Pebbles and Bam-Bam, all grown up. And their punk(in) kid too.

Also, their cow.

Also, A.J., their basketball playing neighbor dog. (10/30)

Oh, right. Like you don't have a basketball playing neighbor dog.

Working

(10/29)

Who ARE these people?

Apron? (10/28)

Full beard? (11/8)

NOTES
1. I was going for an intellectual look. Professorial. Tweedy. I ended up with Romanian black-market street hustler. You like Britney Spears? I got CD, DVD. Michael Jackson too! You need a watch, buddy?
2. It's gone now.

Camouflage Daisy

If you look hard you can see her. (10/28)

First

First time completely dressed with no help. (10/28)

Goodbye

Last day at Bright Horizons daycare.

Miss Colleen.

Miss Joy Marie. (10/17)

Dry run

(10/23)

Rashomon

DAD: What did you do at school today?
I went on the playground, and I cried.
Why did you cry?
Because I kicked a boy.
You kicked a boy? Who was it?
I don't know.
Well why did you kick him?
Because I didn't like that.
You didn't like what?
I didn't like he did that first.
He kicked you first?
Yeah.
Why did he kick you? Did you do something first?
I kicked him.
You kicked him first?
No, he kicked me first, and then I kicked him.
Why did he kick you?
Because he was mad.
Was he mad at you?
Yeah.
Why?
Because I kicked him.
Did you cry when he kicked you?
Yeah.

- - - - -

MOM: What did you do at school today?
I went on the playground and I kicked that boy.
Yeah, I heard that. What was his name?
I don't know.
Was he in your class?
No, he was outside.
Why did you kick him?
Because I like to kick people.
Buster, no. It's not nice to kick people. You can kick a ball.
Well, I like to kick boys.
Well I wish you wouldn't kick anybody. Did he cry when you kicked him?
Yeah.
Did he kick you back?
Yeah.
Did you cry?
No. I wanted my Mommy.

Moo

(10/23)

What are you making?

Fire.


This is my favorite color! (10/19)

A daddy

I'm a daddy now.
Yeah? I guess that means I'm a grandpa.
Well, actually, I'm a grandpa too. I have sideburns on.
Who's daddy are you?
Well, there's two daddys. There's [pointing at Buster and Daddy] this and this, and there's Mommy, but she's not a daddy, because she's a girl. Actually, she's a grownup girl, and that's why she's a woman. She's a grownup.
That's right. Whose daddy are you?
Your daddy and mommy's daddy.
Oh. That's kind of circular.
(10/19)

Note: Buster is usually his dog Snip's daddy

Please?

Are you finished eating?
Yeah.
You're not going to eat your sweet potatoes?
No.
Can I have them?
Well, that's good asking, but no.

Note: It wasn't good asking. Daddy didn't say "please."

Try

Turning over (10/18)


Taking your own shirt off (10/20)

Team effort

(10/18)

Birthday party

Talia's. (10/14)

Out

(10/14)

Yard work

(10/10)

Shop therapy

(10/10)

Tantrum

(10/7)

First

shots. (10/7)

She's with the band

(10/6)

Train I ride

Trains are big and black and smokin'
Steam screamin' at the wheels,
Bigger than anything they is
At least that's the way she feels

And our lives were like some old Western movie
Like desperadoes waiting for a train

Well I'm at the station

But I can't get on the train

You leave the Pennsylvania Station at a quarter to four

I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and cry

Hey, Porter! Hey, Porter!
Please get my bags for me
I need nobody to tell me now that we're in Tennessee
Go tell that engineer to make that lonesome whistle scream
We're not so far from home so take it easy on the steam

Just listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As we glide across the woodlands
Through the hills and by the shore
(Wabash, Frisco & Pacific Railroad, Glencoe, Mo., 10/2)

Art appreciation

Defacing Daddy's work at the Dogtown Art Fair. (10/1)

Big world

Small kid. (10/1)

Chain gang

(10/1)

Dance

(9/30)

Now

where are we going? (9/27)

The young scholar

(9/26)

Togetherness

Or jealousy. (9/25)