Tongue, paw, leg

Have I mentioned that I love this dog?

Trente-deux

Turning 32 means that I am now the same age that both of my sisters were when they had their first child. Since that isn't on my agenda for the coming year, I have been trying to shake the feeling that I am falling behind. It is a strange thing being a younger sibling and having these artificial benchmarks of when certain life events should be happening. You would think that this would have disappeared after taking seven years to finish college, but it hasn't.

Then, last night while taking this family photo, I realized that I am not actually falling behind. Since Jack is now a member of our family, that makes me his Mom. And since that happened when I was 31, I am actually ahead of the game. There may not be diapers to change, there is still plenty of poop to clean up. And a lot more fur.

It has been hard to think about celebrating my birthday without Derek. But the day is here, and he isn't, and life goes on, right? But I miss him. Last year he and I got into a fight about my birthday, because he wanted to have a party, and I didn't. What a stupid thing to fight about, huh? If he were alive I would probably still be bickering with him about something as equally ridiculous. Meh.

I want to finish this on a happier note, so here is another one of my little guy. We weren't actually touching, which is what makes this photo so much better.


And one more of the my other guy.

My sister wrote a poem for my Dad

WART HAIKU

Odd Spot on Shoulder
Doctor Ordered Biopsy
But its Just a Wart

It is a fashion, a way of life inspired by the very homeless, the vagrants, the crack whores that make this wonderful city so unique

Ms. Clarkson found this piece in the NYT about a fashion spread in Vogue India. As you can see, this woman with no teeth is holding a child sporting a $100 Fendi bib. It makes total sense, I mean what kid who lives in a country where half the people live on a $1.25 a day doesn't sport a Fendi bib, like duh? After I got a little huffy, Dave pointed out that after all these years, and the survival of the Malaysian prime minister, Derelicte is alive and well. Long live Mugatu.

Is this life imitating art, or art imitates art? Or art imitating art, imitating art? Or is it just sad?

It is a Proud Day for America

Portrayal Of Obama As Elitist Hailed As Step Forward For African Americans
Dave is obsessed with the Onion, and he pointed out this video to me a few weeks ago. I was thinking about it in the car this morning and started laughing, again. Dr. Woodson looks just like my college thesis advisor, but that is not why this video is so darn funny.

I heart John Stewart

I never really act like this

Photo Illustration
Originally uploaded by Michelle Bosch

We have been working on photo illustrations at school, and you can see one of my attempts in the last post. This Monopoly shot was done by my classmate Michelle, but I really want to share it with you guys. Anyone who has ever played a game with me before knows that I am a little...just a smidge...competitive. When she asked us to model, I agreed after she told me that I could be the winner. No one wants to see my "F*$% I lost face" Haha. I am such a bad winner.

Aside from all that, this image is pretty awesome. Such a cool idea.

I've got no strings to hold me down

I get up, and nothing gets me down.

My brothers are crazy. This isn't exactly news. Now we just have photos to back it up.

In case you ever wondered, this is what three grown men look like when they play competitive H.O.R.S.E. on a two year old's basketball hoop.

There are more on flickr. And dozens I haven't posted yet.

Number 4

So it is official, I am an aunt again! My sister gave birth last week to little Audrey, making her my fourth niece. It is a good number Audrey, trust me.

Not only do I have the cutest nieces on the planet, but they have awesome names. If you sit the four of them down together they sound like four old birds playing bridge in the church basement on a Tuesday night. And I mean that in a good way.

Being an aunt doesn't get old, I highly recommend it. Now, I just need to get my behind home so I can meet the world's newest Red Sox fan.