1st halloween: rosie the riveter.

complete with coveralls and ID badge. 

mirror stage recognized. i know my lacan. 

there's teeth in there--CHECK IT!

he's totally gonna let me steer.

big ups to the mim, who made sure i stayed warm.

the tot lot is the hub. we went at an odd hour and still ran into eamon.

all it took was an introduction to the slide. this girl is attacking it.

parting shot. happy halloween, y'all.

a little girl grows in brooklyn...

kewpie doll

hanging with aunt lynn

i love Tot Lot!

thanks for the new jammies Grandma!

thanks Trusewychs - i finally fit in my outfit!

a fall weekend..

chillin' at the Tot Lot

fun with dad

close up!

hangin' with Eamon!

fall begins

clem's expressions are becoming more subtle these days. here she wears a face that says both "i'm happy to be here" and "i can't believe you have me in public in a hat with ears." "double thanks!" can't lie, she followed it with a diaper deposit.

our kid just looks innocent and cute here.

should you require more than that, i suggest you search the gaping hole which now resides in your heart's foreclosed upon home.

all this and we have not yet introduced clem to koko the gorilla. they would be fast friends. some coincidence: i think we'll soon need an ASL tutor...

clem hangin with dad and jesus approves.

she had some notion that they'd look better on her.

she's probably right. she's infantly plump, but dashing in animal prints.

from dad, cause mom doesn't like to post my tough pics. now get bent.

fall playdate

a beautiful day for a playdate

and who should appear - it's mom! home early from work :)

october 1 was 55 degrees and rainy. had to bust out the sweater and the long sleeves for a trek to the childrens' museum. nice that it was a) a short walk away and b) free on dad's museum pass. bout time his artist b.s. paid dividends.

chillin with henry in a psychedelic wonderland. the mirrors were trippy and we were losin socks everywhere.

clem finds her bill murray impersonation

sportin grandpa's dress AND my huskers bib...sssssssssssssss...HOT to the touch!

clem is selective about her weeds and grasses...

some don't make the cut...

others are just the right blend...

"This is a hybrid.  This is a cross bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sinsemilla.  The amazing stuff about this is that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the Bejesus Belt that night on this stuff.  I've got pounds of this stuff."