Sunday, May 31, 2009

memorial day weekend pt 3

after the pool, bebe took a tubba, and then got in some play time with mems and teed:

this is one of bebe's fave things to do right now- she pushes around her fire truck until it tips over, and then she has a complete meltdown and we have to hide it until tomorrow.

then she got down on the floor with teed and ran him ragged!

when she was done with him, she went to find mems. but what happened to teed?

zzzzzzzz... zzzzzzzz... zzzzzzzzz...

zzzzzz... par 4, hold the horseradish... zzz... yes, yes, a mango daiquiri... zzzzz... why thank you mr. president, i do work out... zzzz... zzzzzzz...

on to some reading!

bebe helped mems with all the big words, and even identified the type face. it was a rather primitive New Times Roman, fyi.

we finished the day with another great sunset from my favorite sunset place- just under the trees atop the hill at casa burbank...

and the following morning, bright and early, i met a rather surly baby bebe, for breakfast. as a stanza in a poem that sentence would look like this:

and the following morning
bright and early
i met a rather surly
baby bebe
for breakfast.

and that's how you make art. you're welcome.

"i am not amused. and this waffle is two degrees too cool."

"why don't you run back into the kitchen and try again."

"maybe you didn't understand me? i said, bring me another one of these fruity waffles, and this time, prepare it correctly."

"do you think this is some kind of game we're playing?"
sorry bebe. i'll get right on that. it won't happen again.

"bada bing! know what i'm sayin'?"

"on the other hand, it's a free country. you could certainly just choose not to fix our waffle problem."
really? because i was thinking of making myself some breakfast. i'm so hungry!

so in the end i chose to make another waffle. how's that one, beeb-father?

"mwaaa! this is the finest waffle i have ever eaten. crispy, yet soft. and the berries, the berries, are warm and juicy, as succulent as if they had been picked just moments ago, fresh from a bush warmed in the morning sun."

"tell me- what is your secret? i must know!"
actually, i just take them out of the freezer and put them in the toaster oven. that's all.

"no! i refuse to believe these scrumptious morsels are from the freezer!"
it's true.

"tell no one of this! i am so ashamed. also, i peed in my pants a few photos ago."

and so, after a diaper change and a fresh outfit, our three day weekend drew to a close. back to the grind!

Saturday, May 30, 2009

memorial day weekend pt 2: the pool

"uh, did you say pool?"

ok, not actually the pool. the water would be a little too cold for someone so small (or daddy for that matter). but there was the hot tub:

feeling it out...

getting the feets goin'...

now we're talkin'!

"hey daddy!"

yeah beebs?

"does this bathing suit make my thighs look fat?"

nope. your fat makes your thighs look fat.

ramona kept a close eye on everything. she wasn't going to let anything happen to her little sister. but since ramona is a dog who refuses to go in water, the most she's capable of is to run around hysterically, barking and whining any time someone splashes the least little bit. if she wasn't so weird i'd swear she was adopted.

"grab my tongue and i'll pull you to safety!"

"uh, thanks. i'll pass for right now. unless you can dry that thing off a little."

"hey mems!"

practicing the choob stroke.

as with many things, i laughed at that hat when mommy first showed it to me. but like everything else, once you get it on the beebs, it's pretty adorable.

she loves to bird watch. "birrrrrr! birrrrr!" she says.

did you have a good first swim?


okay, lady. time to put on your cover-up. luckily great nana gave you just the thing:


"is it okay if i eat a worm?"

are you asking because you already ate one?

"wellll, maybe part of one. it kind of broke."

"i'll see if i can find a whole one..."


"three, four, five... huh."

"i coulda' swore there were six fingers here a minute ago... oh crap, did i eat one!?!"

"this is between you and me! don't tell mommy!"

ok, but it's time to go in and start dinner. that is, if you're not too full...

teed made the carry back to the house, and it was time to play a little before dinner and bed...