ducks make homes in the agua and they don't poop where they sleep

backstage

and when the other kids are out front singing, dancing and clapping, clem heads back to the bar, under the parents and nannies. she went back and forth about ten times.

china grove

when the opening guitar riffs began, clem could not be contained. i felt a bit like navin johnson's father ("let him go") when the jerk found "pick a bale of cotton." this is clem's most extensive dance number to date.

she cooks and chills

like barry and levon, clem gets her dance moves from the back of a pudding box:

video backlog

cleaning up the phone. yes, the phone, which takes passable video. well done, phone.

in any case, here's clem, enthralled by some older lads. in her enthusiasm, she accidentally trips one of them, which totally halted play.



hm...apparently vimeo doesn't like me today, so this is all that has converted at present.

random shots from the phone over the past weeks

will post some rather amusing videos later, but here are some utterly random phone pix.

there are slides and there are hamster tunnels. all other playground equipment can get bent.

it was warm when we took this.

clem, hiding from the medgar evars' security patrol. 

these boys suffered her presence, even though she was trippin em.  (video coming soon.)

somebody used her potty...and was rather pleased with her effort.

seriously, this was a good, long makeout session. eyes closed.

and at a certain point, the shirt came up. like i said, rather pleased with herself.