It Don't Mean a Thing

If you ain't got a swing, Squishie is not interested.

The beauty of working part time: we visit this park two or three times a week


Higher, mama!




Pure joy


My view on the way home

Meanwhile despite the happy appearance of the above-mentioned baby, the going has been a tad rough the last few days here at Casa del Teetharecomingin. Someone (I won't name names) is getting an attitude and showing signs of learning how to throw a temper tantrum (although never in daddy's presence, natch). And someone has been waking up in the middle of the night for the past few nights. While this makes our neighborhood coffee shop very happy (I'll take an extra, mega, super duper uber-grande) it's getting a little draining for mom & dad. And through the ear-piercing hollering I feel bad for the poor thing...anyone who's had braces remembers how tooth pain just pulses throughout your entire head, and without words or signs this is still her best form of communication.

But holy sh**, if this is a sign of things to come I'm going to say that we. are. toast.

Anyway other than the teeth, things are slowing down a little here and picking up a little there. The varsity baseball team that Matt coaches, the Dominican Knights, lost their playoff game a couple weeks ago but it was a well played game and overall they ended the season far better than a couple of years ago when he first started. At the baseball banquet last weekend all of the coaches received some nice glassware along with truly genuine thanks from team members and parents alike. But as that ends his so-called Old Man League (28+) is picking up. Last Sunday Matt pitched for most of the game and then caught the last few innings. This was cause to bust out the Swedish massage chair, which G thought was great fun. Maybe the shiatsu made her forget about her teeth.

What happens when I push this button?


Oh, it makes daddy's tongue stick out just like mine!

And the shot that I look at to make me laugh:

The most squeezable