I.S.L.A.

2 days in a row!

Dots.

Two Years Ago.

elle-boogie, breakdancing in october 06:

Random Picture of the Day.

Tiny dancer, August 2007:

Mo' Plane.

Not to be left out...Isla made the plane trip as well.

We can't quite figure it out, but she likes to sleep with a blanket on her face.

We have gotten used to finding her in the 'Suffocated Baby' position in her crib - but the flight attendants were not quite prepared to come across this scene from CSI on Row 23:

Applesauce.

First meal, kinda.

De Plane, De Plane!

Captain elle, flying the friendly skies:

Best Fwiends.

Elmo and elle, Christmas 2007:

Fun Dip.

Nothing better than some mysterious blue-flavored Fun Dip to get the day started off on the right foot:

Back.

We had more fun than a grizzly riding a pony...updates and pics coming soon:

Bon Voyage.

No updates for the next week...Isla and elle will miss your visits.

Two fantastic pictures to tide you over until we return - hot off the press!

Special Request.

La Isla.

Ms. Hollywood :: 2006.

Washin' the Baby.

Tasty Hand.

Miles and Miles.

Es Octubre.

Peacop.

The great white hunter is back...she has decided to go barefoot so she can sneak up on the peacocks:

King of the Mountain.

Isla, 9 Hours Old.

P.O.Y?

Another photo in the running for Picture Of the Year:

Nutso.

Scoot Over.

On the surface, this would appear to be a totally normal photograph - our daughter sleeping peacefully in the crib.

However...on closer inspection - you could either say 'right kid, wrong crib', or 'wrong kid, right crib.'

In either case, elle has decided to move into Isla's room:

Anteojos de Sol.

K-k-k-Kia.

It seems that elle likes my rental car a whole lot more than I do:

Sky-la.

Octopus Attack. 2006.

A El Parque.

Wheeeee....

Elle Hang.

A little unclear on the concept of a swing...but she seems to have more fun this way:

Upside-down.

A Day at the Park.

The Gong Show.

Little Ike :: September, 2006.

9.11

Terrorism = Free Soup.

May God bless EconoLodge:

Laydate.

Ya see...it can't really be called a 'playdate' if all they do is roly-poly around on the floor.

Isla (at bottom) and Mia...laying:

A what?

Well...it looks like I have talked my way into a job.

Kinda.

Instead of my name on my office door, they have put up a Post-It note that says: "Temporary New Guy".

Hard to tell if I am more 'new' or more 'temporary'.

All Skate.

Moo.

Yes, that is a cow with its' head stuck inside a washing machine drum.

I thought I was having a rough week.

Some things to think about...

1) How?
2) Why?
3) What next?

Stay Away!

From my mmmmango slushie:

Itsy Bitsy.

Since elle was picking on Isla for being so chubby, I thought I would remind her what she looked like at 4.5 months:

I Give Up.

What we have here is a screenshot from my fancy-ass phone.

You will notice that it says it was taken at 5:48pm.

You may also notice that it says it is 100.

It is September.

In Texas.

B/W.

1st Day of School.

Soft Serve.

Dirty Dishes.

Isla had a bath-time graduation this week from the bathroom sink to the kitchen sink...at this rate, she will need a hot tub by the time she is 3:

MMmmmmuffins.

A little stir...



...and a little taste: