Dressing up is fun

Mobbed!

Meeting The New Baby

Our Girl

Getting ready to go to the hospital. I was "not thinking good" and for some reason woke Tyson up when we should have been leaving to get there at the time L&D said to arrive. Fortunately we were preceded by mommies in labor already and so it was irrelevant that we were late. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.

In Labor. Looking pretty happy, must have been after the eipdural.

Joy!

The Lovely Elizabeth, all nice and pink

So happy to meet you, Elizabeth! (Tyson was saying something snarky, I'm sure of it)

Mom & Dad & Girl!

Ready to bring her home...

Special Robot Place

According to Henner, there's no robots allowed in Heaven. So there is a "Special Robot Place."

He has drawn this picture of what this "Special Robot Place" looks like.

This is a robot in the "Special Robot Place"

This is a more elaborate depiction of Special Robot Place. Robot is holding a "spray," the T's are flowers, and the marks on the upper right hand side are the "waters that make the plants grow up"

Four Big Brothers!

great ideas

Henry is evidently having a growth spurt. He is always starving. He keeps coming up to me with lines like this (whispering) "Mom, I have a great idea. My idea is to ask you for food." or "I have a great idea. My idea is to ask for macaroni and cheese"

to which I replied: "Maybe for supper we can have macaroni and cheese."

Henry's next great idea: "Mom, I have a great idea, my idea is to ask if it can be supper time right now..."

I am currently considering indulging him even though it's 3:00 in the afternoon.

Classy

I wasn't there, but this is precious. Thanks, Sarah, for the updates into dad's daily idiosyncrasies and helping me to remember the hilarity.

It (evidently) went something like this:

Dad: "What do you think of my new light fixture?"

Sarah: "Interesting."

Dad: "Not interesting. Classy"
to which I commented, "classy... if you dig hanging out in Ten Forward."

Admit it looks like it belongs. Admit it.

saying lies

I tried explaining to Austen this morning that when daddy says it might snow and then it doesn't that daddy isn't "saying lies," and that when the meteorologists are wrong, it's not because they are lying but because only God knows what weather he will make. No good, he still thinks we're all lying. Evidently he thinks it's a worldwide conspiracy against him!

America the Beautiful or The Day the Metric System Failed

In attempting to make a lovely German feast for Tyson, I encountered a new recipe that had most (but not all-?) of the measurements in metric units. I learned 2 things in trying to convert this recipe: 1) People in other countries do stuff wrong and 2) ham is measured in the same units as cocaine...