Tonight I went to a baseball game straight after work, which caused me to miss out on the evening procedure. Kelly says that he ran to the door looking for me to come home at times.

He is one of my favorite people and he makes me happy.

emmett, since you asked for advice on blogging, here’s one of the no-brainer, 101 type tips that you see everywhere: set a blogging schedule and stick to it. or, as we do here: not. also, your content should be useful, carefully proscribed, and entertaining. or, as we do here: not. you shouldn’t put too many pictures of your cute kid or talk about what you ate for lunch. don’t make your entries too long (not a problem) or too short (could be a problem). well, we are nothing here if not rule-breakers. so, welcome to our little blog, where we ignore all the rules and post pictures apropos of nothing. such as danny and his father performing some manly grooming rituals, taken because their hair is cute and so are their faces. readers, i will gladly cop to being a slovenly blogger. but i need you to know this: i am not responsible for the YELLOW STRIPED WALLPAPER that can’t even be typed in lower case letters. joey’s bathroom is a circus, what can i say. the previous mistress of this house was named sonny. maybe she liked to express that literally, because when we moved in, the whole freaking house was yellow. now only half of it is.

and for lunch, i had a handful of stale roasted peanuts, two slices of turkey, and half a barbeque chicken bean burrito. danny had half a cheese stick. aren’t you glad you stopped by?

here we all are minus bert, who was off fishing and trying to win a million dollars. if you look really hard, you might can find him in these pictures.

if you know me, you know that i am not afraid to invite myself to whatever you have. and in the scarbroughs’ case, this time, it was their vacation. but really, i think that since she and her family left us all alone on this street when they moved away to tennessee (practically) a year ago, it’s the least they could do. and though i did invite me and my two-year-old (and trust me, he is now two, if not quite yet chronologically) on another family’s vacation, i brought with me my eternally sunny disposition, enormous chocolate chip cookies, and a sweaty wad of cash. i figured anytime db threw a hard and pointy toy at sally from the backseat or loudly staged a protest from his high chair at a restaurant, i could just shove a cookie or a twenty at her and it would be like that one gun in men in black that they would shoot people with and they would forget everything in the last few minutes. maybe she’ll leave her first comment ever and let y’all know how that worked. she told me she prefers to just look at the pictures, generally, so could be she’s not reading this at all. in which case i’m safe saying that she is a raging tanorexic, but i love her anyway. because tanorexic though she is, she would use her mighty gym muscles to put up the beach umbrella for me, just so danny and i could stay casper/lily/fishbelly white. can’t wait til next year, sally! (unless you plan us another vacation before then, of course.)

here’s a link if you need it.

oh, yeah and i cut his hair. you didn’t even notice, did you? i had to do it before joey took him to a barber shop, or worse: great clips, fantastic sam’s, or some other haircutting convenience store. anyway, as you see, he still has plenty of curls, just none halfway down his back or in his eyeholes. also, that eggo looking thing in his hand? that’s an ahfoo.

here is danny at swimming lessons. as you’ll note, he is not in the pool. and why is because i can’t really take his picture and him be in the pool at the same time. see how that works? different agencies would have some things to say about that, i feel. what with him being utterly unable to swim and all that. so, you’ll not see him swimming here, but you will see him in his swimming trunks holding a truck, with a pool behind him. we have but one swimming lesson left, on tomorrow. he seems mostly on board with the whole swimming idea….mostly. though some days not really at all. but some days, he’ll cooperate by jumping off the side, letting me put his head under (right after i put mine under, of course, getting a mane full of luxurious chlorine), and going down the slide, right into the water. wheeeee.