This is not Portland OR

After a 45 min argument of this:

Lew: I want to ride my bike!

Me: You have to put on underwear.

Lew: I want to ride my bike!

Me: You have to wear underwear

Lew: I want to ride my BIIIKKKEEE!

ME: But you have to put on underwear!!

Lew: I'm going to ride my bike.

Me: not if you don't have underwear.

Lew: I WANT TO RIDE MY BIKE!

Me: then go get your underwear.

Lew: But I want to ride my bike.

Me: And I want you to wear underwear.

times 40 million (I wish this was an exaggeration).

Later that day he did get out to ride his bike, without underwear. And a little old lady stopped to talk with him. I hid behind the curtains.

Summer

Water-gun terrace terrorists.

The Future

After an evening of being aggressively chased by cute eight-year-old girls:

Duncan: "One of these days, you'll have to let those girls catch you"

Dex: "Yeah, but not at my age."

Yes. Please wait until you're at least 20.

Things Found

We told the kids it fell from the sky but I found it late one night on the curb. What to do with an old claw foot tub? I'm sure I'll figure it out.

Hello Four. Welcome.

Saturday, June 26th, 2010: Lew turns four. Toilette trains. Continues acts of public nudity.

(Current foot wear favorite: hightop pumas; still a little rough on how to pull off underwear)

Things Found

End of school year cleaning out of 8 year-old's bag:

1 Report Card (As and A+s)

1 shot gun shell

1 homemade Shiv.

It's always someone's birthday

Somewhere.