Posted in Angus, Calvin, Catholicism, Cooking, Food, Photos, Religion, Sarah, Sweet Pea on April 14, 2008| 2 Comments »
Dwyeropolis digest:
We picked up our tickets to the Papal Mass in Yankee Stadium and have been busy trying to discourage Pru from putting them in her mouth.
We made a very tasty classic Texan dinner: chicken fried steak and Dr Pepper.
We did the laundry (and temporarily lost Cal in the process).
We cleaned the oven; it passed Cal’s inspection.
We saw the kneelerthat will be used when the Holy Father (Be-ne-dict X-V-I/Be-ne-dict, he’s our guy!) visits our neighborhood.
Posted in Angus, Catholicism, cute outfits, Holidays, Photos, Religion, Sarah, Sweet Pea on March 23, 2008| 5 Comments »
Selected to show the new haircut promised here.
Pru wants to thank the Texas and New York Easter Bunnies for her Easter basket. Unfortunately for her, the recommended age for chocolate introduction is after 12 months. It’s OK, though, because Mom and Dad have her back.
More pictures from this morning after the break and at the Flikr site.
Posted in Angus, Holidays, Penguins!, Sweet Pea on March 14, 2008| 3 Comments »
It’s our archdiocese’s patronal feast so we have the opportunity to take goofy pictures and avoid the meat abstention! Hooray!
Posted in Angus, Photos, Politics, Ron Paul, Sarah, Sweet Pea on February 5, 2008| 3 Comments »
Posted in Angus, Politics, Sarah on January 3, 2008| Leave a Comment »
While watching coverage of the Iowa caucuses:
Guy running a caucus: “Alright everybody, now we’re going to break up into our preference groups”
Angus (using his Zapp Brannigan voice): “…our sexual preference groups?”
Sarah: “I thought he said breakfast groups.”
Angus: “… our sexual breakfast groups?”
Posted in Angus, Health Problems, Sarah, Sleep, Sweet Pea on January 2, 2008| Leave a Comment »
Some people (notably people who don’t have infants at home themselves) have politely requested more posting. We admit posting has been light, chiefly because a certain denizen of Dwyeropolis hasn’t been doing much of this lately:
And of course, when the baby doesn’t sleep (or, more to the point, doesn’t sleep unless she’s being gently cradled in the arms of one of her parents as she paces quietly about a dimly lit living room) we don’t sleep. And when we don’t sleep, taking cute pictures of the baby and posting them online with witty anecdotes takes a back burner to not going on shooting rampages.
Posted in Angus, Calvin, Calvin Coolidge, Holidays, Penguins!, Saints, Sarah, Sweet Pea on December 24, 2007| 4 Comments »
Posted in Angus, Food, Holidays, Married Life, Pregnancy, Sarah, Sweet Pea on December 5, 2007| Leave a Comment »
The week before Sarah gave birth, in a fit of outrageous overconfidence (I’d call it hubris, were it not so blindingly obvious I’m in a comedy) we started accumulating the elements of a proper (if small) Thanksgiving meal. The idea was that I would make Sarah and I Thanksgiving dinner while she was resting/taking care of the baby and the baby was napping/being taken care of.
(I’ll give you a moment to stop laughing and pull yourself together.)
Posted in Angus, High School, Politics, Ron Paul on November 24, 2007| Leave a Comment »
When I was in high school, I helped my friend J.P. with his candidacy for student body president (ultimately unsuccessful, alas). As part of the campaign, J.P. purchased a remote-controlled blimp (this model, as I recall) on which the slogan “Vote J.P.” (or something to that effect) was emblazoned. Campaign volunteers (i.e., guys from our dorm) flew the blimp in the dining hall at lunch and dinner to gin up support. The blimp was enough (well, that and the fact that he was well known, popular, charming, and a two-sport captain) to get him past the first round and into the final three, who got to give speeches before the entire student body in the chapel before the final round of voting. (Andover’s election rules were a weird amalgam of the state of Louisiana and Project Runway.) The school had strict rules against the use of posters or props at the final speeches, but some unethical advisers* suggested the blimp be unleashed from the choir loft at the climax of the speech anyway. It would be a dramatic finish, he was assured, that might put him over the top, and there was simply no way the school would invalidate his election just because he’d unleashed a blimp during the speeches. Ethical to a fault, J.P. refused this advice and kept the blimp in its hangar. To this day, part of me thinks he’d have won if he’d just busted out the damn blimp (though, with a little more maturity than I had at 17, I understand he was right to not use it).
Why do I tell this not-especially-interesting story from my past? No reason.
*OK, me.
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