Tyrion:  (near tears, as his block tower falls apart)  I can't do it!
Me:  Well then, you'd better do it.
Tyrion:  Okay!  (smiles and starts building again)
  

A full week off of work. And I pick Tyrion up tomorrow.

Tyrion's on a plane, on his way to Florida.  Heidi flew up this morning, we had a nice lunch and coffee, I dropped them back off at O'Hare, and they should be landing in Tampa in an hour or so.  That just leaves me wondering what to do with myself.

Need to get to sleep.  Had a promising phone interview today, but that won't stop my pursuit.  Went sailing tonight; the Chicago skyline looked beautiful, as always.  Saw the fireworks off of Navy Pier from the water.  Tyrion had fun, but he was getting tired towards the end.  He's getting more willful these days, but, well, he is two, and he's ( Read more... )

Tyrion:  "I want more!" (pointing to french fries)
Me:  "What do you say when you want something?"
Tyrion:  "Grandma!"

Verbatim.

Tyrion with a mohawk.  Enjoy.  (I feel so deliciously white trash...)


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Thanks to my brother's bad influence, my sister's skill with electric clippers, and my own morbid curiosity to see the results, my son now has a mohawk.  No joke.

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Our cat, Freya, just had kittens.  Again.  Another litter of four, but this time one didn't make it, as neither Heidi nor I were there to save the runt.
See, she didn't use the little box/towel bed I'd made up for the occasion, this time.  No, she found a secluded, invisible corner of Tyrion's closet, and gave birth while the rest of us were ( Read more... )

We took Tyrion to lunch today, then on errands this afternoon, then he slept, then we took him to see The Shaggy Dog, a Tim Allen movie that turned out to be surprisingly funny, even to the point of being worth the cheap-movie-night tickets (especially since we don't have to pay for Tyrion yet, and he's old enough both to be entertained and not to ( Read more... )