Not Vegan

He killed the chicken himself

Snow Day

Everyone loves a good "snowpacalypse"

Otis = Noah's dedicated protector

Prepping for a Triple Axel. We've got more snow than the olympics!

Thanks to Allison an Thomas for the sled and skis! We took a fun trip around around neighborhood.

Noah's six month check up

Not pictured: Post vaccination melt down. Not very glamorous.

Outside now!

Noah strapped into the go seat at daycare, ready for a walk in the multi-stroller.  

Noah vs. Menorah

Guess What B@tches?

I'M BACK ON THE INTERNETS AND HUNGRY FOR MORE! DON'T MESS WITH MY BLUEBERRIES OR I'LL CUT YOU!

The Sinister Cult of Mr. Ben

 While I was on paternity leave Noah joined his first cult.  Both of us fell prey to the smooth sounds of Mr. Ben, Portland's premier children's musician who puts on a heck of a show each Tuesday morning.  Noah and I went to three different Mr. Ben concerts.

When Mr. Ben sings, children obey.

I made sure my parents got the Mr. Ben experience during the show.  Even George "pops" Tucker was impressed as he commented "That guy has a hell of a lot of patience." Trust me, that expression on his face is one of unrestrained joy.

Mr. Ben preaching to his dark minions.  He always brings the house down during his Twinkle Twinkle Little Star/ ABC's encore.

If you play Mr. Ben's songs backwards they all tell his followers to sleep.