Yesterday I was hanging out at a Juan Pelota coffeeshop (yay vacation!) in downtown Austin. It is a pocket-sized coffeeshop located inside a bicycle store. It has maybe 3 tables. Some pretty serious-looking cyclists, in full cycling gear, stop by there to refuel. Two such guys were sitting at one of the tables when I came in. The first thing I did ( Read more... )

Until recently Erika called all men "dada" and all women "mama". (So much for hoping to be special to your own child. :-)) Lately she also started to use the word "man", but "dada" is still prevalent. A month or two ago she was leafing through a random magazine and pointed to a picture of Lance Armstrong. "Dada! Dada!" she said. Steve told her: "it ( Read more... )