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Halloween 2K9

garylove — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:50:31 +0000

Our little Peter Rabbit was a great help in the Halloween rush. Loving it.

Only 13 more years…

kimlove — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 19:02:09 +0000

Murrow: Green means stop and red means go.
Me: Uh, no…
Murrow: Yes, green means stop and red means go.
Me: Yeah, not so much.
Murrow: YES.
Me: Well the longer you cling to that logic, the longer it will be until you get your driver’s license.
Murrow: But I want my driver’s license.

And so it begins.

You’re a spare!

garylove — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 13:48:05 +0000

Murrow’s been interested in the Wii for awhile now, but has never really “gotten” it. We’d play MarioKart and he’d just go around in circles…but in the past week or so, something clicked and he’s now a Wii Sports fanatic. It started off with some baseball (he’d pitch, I’d bat), then moved onto Golf (overhand swings are best), and now bowling.

Strangely, he’s not too bad at it. He’s averaging over 100, and his best score was 175 (beating me). His method is still a bit chaotic, but you can’t argue with results.

Decorating the faux cake

garylove — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 14:03:36 +0000

Continuing the tradition of celebrating momma’s birthday with a horribly constructed cake without eggs. A tradition started years before Murrow was born…must have been fate.

Big ball pit with a big boy

garylove — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 02:38:57 +0000

Kim and I knew it would happen some day, but it just seems so soon. Yes, Murrow has had plenty of milestones recently showing us what a big boy he is. Going to the bathroom by himself, putting on his clothes and shoes, playing “frisbee” (actually just tossing back and forth the lid to his blocks in the front yard), and playing wii baseball (just the pitching)…but today was the biggie.

He played in the kids play area at IKEA.

Without any hyperbole, it is safe to say one of us started to cry a bit, and the other felt a nervous tension as if he had left something behind. We’d all been looking towards this day ever since he could walk.

Rules to get into the IKEA play area:

* 37 inches tall … check
* Potty-trained … check
* Ability to play without his parents watching … check
* Parents able to leave child without freaking out … barely

Singin’ the blues

kimlove — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 15:14:08 +0000

This one was titled “I don’t know how to listen to Momma.” Seriously. I can’t make this stuff up.

Useless poppa

garylove — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 00:55:44 +0000

“You can’t feed Oly because you don’t have a boobie, poppa”

Serious work

kimlove — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 16:46:41 +0000

Momma may have decided not to return to work after her maternity leave, but that doesn’t mean we’ve been spending any less time in the office. There’s lots of important work to be done in there, what with all the fabric to be sewn, glue to be stuck and pacifiers to be spit out. It does get a little old, though, when your office mates crank up the tunes too loud.

Little man contemplating composition in chalk

kimlove — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 19:29:54 +0000

Alternate title: Blow out the candles, Momma.

Caught red handed

kimlove — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 22:52:37 +0000

Our little food bandit has been at it again. First it was tofu off the cutting board. Now it’s stealing tuna (packed in olive oil) out of the can. His comment upon capture? “Tastes like ice cream.” Ok then.