ten month old taco

Ten. One zero — double digits. That’s a lot of months, unless you’re counting in binary, and there’s only 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don’t. But I digress. Lydia was a busy bee of a girl this month. Crawling continues to be her main source of […]

not a good way to look at the carseat

Steven and I were installing Lydia’s new carseat in Elliott earlier this evening and we spent some time familiarizing ourselves with all the straps, clips and hold-em-downs so we won’t panic the first time we strap a flailing girl in it. It’s pretty similar to her carrier seat, only bigger and it doesn’t move. Steven […]

hey waiter, there’s a tube in my taco!

After the last ear infection I wrote about, Lydia’s doctor figured we’d give her immune system and the impending Spring just one more time to make friends before we walked down the path of tubes. Unfortunately, that friendship just will not be attained. After a week of snottiness, coughing, and grumpy girlie we were back […]

I got trouble

Trouble, oh I got trouble, Right here on my MacBook! With a capital “T” That rhymes with “P” And that stands for Pictures, That stands for pictures. I’ve surely got trouble! Right here on my MacBook, Right here! Gotta figger out why I thought my hard drive had space but I think I’ve been rooked! […]