Rubber Ducky

A 4:30am wake-up call will do that to you

Up until my genius parents solved this problem two weeks ago, I was getting up at 4:30am regularly. So yes, the clock says 8:00 and that's the a.m. baby.

Dad took a shower only to find me passed out on the couch at the ripe hour of 8am.

May your sleep be sleep and may you sleep past 4:30am. And, perhaps if you do get up at 4:30am, may you also get to pass out on a couch by 8am. And, (the final blog blessing of today), may you get to eat pancakes as good as the ones my dad makes. I recommend barbecue sauce or ranch dressing as a topping. No joke.

Greeking It

Mom and I took a stroll to a Greek festival.

Dishes I love.

Read the one on the right first. (And if you click on the picture, you can view it larger).

Peter Pan

The fourth Bowne.
The one who will turn us three to four.
The next wave of cloth diapers.
The second course.

The spoon full of sugar,
the brother.
The companion for us all as we age.
The tip of something even sweeter.

The second boy,
the fourth friend.
No girls allowed.
(Mom is our exception).

The fourth Boston Bean.
The laughter at the dinner table.
The brother in the belly.
The gift of God.

Mom says "The exhaustion. The beauty of a human being in the image of God. The new face (and hopefully more hairy scalp), The redemptive player."



He is now about the size of a head of Chinese cabbage.

There used to be. . . a door. . .a car

So Aimee says "There's two guys out there with scissors taking that door off. . . and they're talking about how much fun it is to smoke weed."

She stands by the window.

Mom, Dad and I yak yak yak and don't think too much of it. . .

Aimee disappears into the front of the apartment.

She returns.

"Um" Aimee says, "I they just stole the door. They ran with it down the street."

(The garage behind our house, owned by our neighbors, now naked and door-less).


"What." ? ? !

Someone would grab an old door?

Nick and Aimee take off in their car to follow the two young men carrying an old door down our street.

Here is where their car used to be after they left for the pursuit.


They could not peg the looters. The weed-lovers were quick on their feet.

It was rather old door.

I guess they needed one.

Nick called the police. They came.

Even though they could do nothing at that point, it at least illustrates to the neighborhood that someone is watching and it just ain't right to take something that doesn't belong to you.

Break my heart

The Breakheart Reservation. Mom and I took an adventure this week to the Breakheart Reservation. We only saw the first 30 yards of the trails (I was more inclined to throw acorns than walk) but it was a beautiful 30 yards.


The rock I could not pick up.

MagicJack?

Have any of you ever tried MagicJack? We're reading the info online and trying to decide if we should switch to this. Just curious. And if you're looking for a phone line on the cheap- you may want to check this one out.

How about Lingo? (Similar to Vonage, which we have now).

Or Phone Power?
Or Skype?

Just Bounce With me... Take a Walk with Me...now slide...ohohohh

I've got skills. (It may take a moment for this to load on your screen).