I MAY catchup. Heh. Get it?
May 3, 2008
Filed under:Lotso Pics, Movin Pitchers
Hello all. Been a while. Big things happening, doncha know.
Alright. I’ve been crazy busy, but that’s really only my own fault because of my “idea” and the ensuing SEO tools I’ve been building. I won’t bore anybody here with details, but I’m fairly confident that NObody is doing the stuff that I’m doing. I can’t even think about how it may or may not translate into dollars right now, as I’m still working my butt off getting it working properly. I’ve got some folks helping me test it, but it’ll probably be ever-evolving and ever-eating-up-my-time.
It’s a good thing that the client work has been slow then, isn’t it? No, actually, no it’s not, because then that means we’re broke again. Heh.
Other BIG News, Jo has decided to start racing rats and winning bread again, so we’re not actually that broke any more. Except we are. Poo.
So, in lieu of writing and getting ALL the pics we’ve taken lately up online (mostly because I’m a bit hungover STILL and it’s 5 in the evening), I’ve written a little bit and put some of the pics up. And some videos, which are awesome. Awesome I tell you!
Enjoy.
One of the first images of Friday, our newest family member. I’ve never liked cats. Not because of anything personal, they just seem like creatures that think they’re above me and don’t care about me unless I’m picking up their shit or feeding them.
Not Friday. This kitten is awesome. He plays and chases my feet and lovebites my arm and hand and sleeps on my lap while I work and even likes the kids. Jo’s allergies haven’t flared terribly because of him either. I LOVE this cat. He loves me, so it works out well.
Just a shot of a typical meal with a child that is such an independent little poo that she insists on feeding herself these days. Bathtimes should be more frequent given how messy she gets, but as long as she keeps it out of her hair (so MUCH for a little thing!) I can usually get her clean with a rag. Which I then wring out to feed the poor.
Just for a bit of contrast, my “clean” child eating his favourite treat, Chocolate Soy Ice Cream. You have to catch him off-guard if you want him to pull a normal face. Otherwise, he looks like me to the camera, slightly ham-ish and uncomfortably superhero’ed.
This is just one of a series called “Places I Find My Kid Around The House”. This is a toy baby bath of Georgia’s, that Jade has emptied of toys in the middle of the front lounge, then climbed in. She LOVES baths, and you have to watch her when the kids are in the bath or she’ll climb in fully clothed.
A gift from a friend from Grey Company, a free fishtank that we’re going to rock with. We were cleaning it and it just seemed funny to put a baby in there. She’s lucky we don’t have footlockers and cubbyholes in this house.
Li’l Aussie is some sort of charity beauty pageant where you “donate” some money and they make your wife act weird… I mean, judge your child in categories like “Crowning Glory” and “Smiler” and such. The hair one (”Glory”) was won by a little girl in the 6 month – 2 year old category that looked like she’d driven to the competition by herself, making Jo and Roni get all Sandy JJ, which I always think is awesome.
Anyway, Jadey won “Smiler” because they shafted her in “Crowning Glory”. Now she’s forever marked as a Beauty Contest Winner, and I’m SO using this for blackmail later in life.
My boy fishing. He LOVES fishing. It was school holidays and the kids had been fairly good, well Damon had anyway, so I took him and his cousin Imogen to the river in the city.
Imo’s the only one who caught anything, a tree branch resembling an elk’s antlers, except for when I caught the jellyfish. It was fun until the mosquitos ate my entire right arm.
The young’uns hamming it up at the big, wet ball in Forrest Place.
We got a cute kid’s project mailed to us from a friend in South Carolina recently. His name is “Flat Stanley” and he’s apparently in a story about how he mails himself all over the place. Well, he made it to Perth, and we decided that a great excuse to get out of the house and go take pictures of stuff was to have Stanley at some of the landmarks here in Perth.
Here’s Ol’ Stan above the big, wet ball. Isn’t he cute?
Dames near an artist’s exhibit. They’d set up all of these really fun looking, bright and colourful objects of awesomeness, put it all on the ground making it completely accessible, and then walked around telling us not to touch. Poo. We didn’t stay there long, but Jo got some good shots anyway.
George at the same spot, both styling for mom’s camera.
Here’s Stanley with some Blu-tack on his back and the city behind him. We’ve got heaps more, but I’m already pushing the limits of your bandwidth with all the crap I’m posting today. Maybe later, eh?
Near the memorial at King’s Park. Behind us is the whisper wall, where we get 60 feet apart and can whisper against the stone and hear someone at the other end as if they’re IN your ear. It’s creepy and cool and we love it.
Beautiful city, I must say. Beautiful family… I don’t really have to say that, because it’s so clearly evident.
One of the proudest moments as a father I’ve ever had…
The kids ASKED me if they could do the dishes. Oh man, I thought I might’ve died and gone to heaven. Oh sure, the cute little Toddlecurl wandering around makes me proud too, but seriously… DISHES. I’m almost swooning here.
The house has since been cleaned too, and no longer looks like precocious children exploded all over it. Unlike the dishes, they didn’t help.
She goes through her phases, where she’ll learn something new and do it to everything. This week, was the phone. “Da-DOH!” she says to virtually everything with it pressed up against her ear. One evening she “answered” the stereo remote, the TV remote, a can of Red Bull and a shoe… in that order.
This one I just took yesterday. She’d woken from her nap with the kind of cry that tells me she’s probably had a bad dream or her new tooth is bothering her again. I’d picked her up and gone back to work, with Friday now joining us, and couldn’t resist capturing what I like to call “The Whole Reason I Love Working From Home”.