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All true

Me: Good night, Tommy. I love you all the time.
T: I know.
Me: And you’ll always be my best friend!
T: And I’ll always be awesome and cute. And Dadddy?
Me: Yes?
T: I just farted, and it’s going to stink in here.
Me: Good night, Tommy.
T: Good night, Daddy.

I don’t remember whose idea this was

But it made for fun pictures.

Kinds of reminds me of the beginning of the Brady Bunch.

And it really shows how pale our family is. Wow.

Yes, that’s a Superman S on his shirt

Tommy drew a family portrait at school today.

Go to the spaceship

Tommy: Daddy, I wrote this note, and it says “Go to the spaceship to see your dad,” so I went to the spaceship to see you.

‘chup

I had no idea how much our family relies on ketchup until this weekend when we ran out of it.

Lindsey’s diet these days consists mainly of rice, potatoes and beans. And the potatoes usually take the form of hash browns or sometimes fries, both of which require ‘chup. No, she can’t eat them […]

Daddy, I love my baby sister

I love my sister

Originally uploaded by djennewe

And then there are moments like these that offset ones like the previous couple posts.

Evil? You decide.

Evil? You decide.

Originally uploaded by djennewe

What are they thinking?

What are they thinking?

Originally uploaded by djennewe

Tommy: Yes, I think her head will fit nicely through the cat door…

Thea: HELP!

The Desoto is on the right

Tommy’s art & words

Originally uploaded by djennewe

Tommy did some art work on the marker board in Thea’s hospital room last week. The thing on the right is a side view of Sam and Max’s Desoto, complete with presidential seal, flags, and fins.

Here’s the real […]

Valentine Cookies

Every year Lindsey’s parents bake Valentine’s Day cookies and then carefully encase them up in bubble wrap and send them to us in the mail. I remember Lindsey mailed me some chocolate chip cookies when we had been dating just a few weeks, so it seems to run in the family. And it […]