Lego my Eggo.

Eat your veggies.

Does ketchup count?

Caged Animal.

Allright.

The Pink Burrito @ 2 months.

Uhhhh...

Why does this cookbook not sound so tasty?

Munch-a-buncha.

Scrub-a-Dub.

Fatal Attraction.

Must. Squeeze. Bunny.
Must. Squeeze. Bunny.
Must. Squeeze. Bunny.

That's Right.

Don't you worry about me...I know I look good:

Moving Pictures.

Blogger has upgraded again...we have video!

Other than smashing into the camera, this is the first successful post on elleTube:

Old Stuff on Baby

In honor of a photo series that didn't quite take off as expected...the little piggie at 4 weeks old:

Una sonrisa.

Saturday. Finally.

The Hood Rat.

YaYaYaYa!

Refrigerator Material.

The first art project that the monkey brought home...

She claims it is a apple-print recreation of the Last Supper - Jesus seems to be on the left.

Slide Up.

Ribbit.

Rerun Sunday.

Harajuku Two.

Labelmaker.

"Let's see - 2.5 grams of saturated fat, no transfats, 22 grams of carbs..."

それはよい

木曜日のよい人々

El Parque

Back at the swings:

No. Way.

Not long after I posted about our margarita parents, this came across my desktop.

The clear, no-contest, absolute Worst Parent award for 2007 goes to...

Saratoga Prostitute Snorted Cocaine Off 2-Month-Old Son

Police have arrested a Saratoga woman in a prostitution bust and they say that woman, Linda Cook, performed sex acts on two men in front of her children and snorted cocaine off of her infant's stomach while breastfeeding him.

Wow. And I felt guilty for not reading elle Moo, Baa, La, La, La last night?

Parents of the Year, Nominee #3

Police say couple left kids in car while they drank margaritas

A man and a woman were arrested Sunday after police said they left their two children in a sport-utility vehicle while drinking margaritas in an Austin-area restaurant.

Austin police said Beatriz Pedroza and Miguel Lopez were each charged with one count of abandoning or endangering a child after they left their 1-year-old boy and 5-month-old girl in a Ford Expedition around 8 p.m. Sunday.

The couple went into Rio Grande restaurant in Hutto and drank margaritas for about a half hour before police were called.

Pedroza said she had been "partying" on Sixth Street in Austin for most of the day and then drove drunk to the Hutto restaurant with the children in the car, according to the affidavit.

"Beatriz stated that she did not regret driving from Austin to Hutto drunk, leaving her children in the car to go inside the restaurant to have a margarita," according to the affidavit.

Happy October!

elle is already trying on Halloween costumes...so far, this is the winner:

Back in Time.

The pork chop back in November...

Calling all parents, calling all parents!

Could someone please let me know what happens in the brain of a totally well-adjusted, 13-month old child that would cause this:



To turn into this...in less than 2 seconds?

Day off.

Hey, back off - you got 2 on Wednesday!

Green.

Aunt Jemima.

I nearly forgot - Happy National Pancake Day...now go get me some syrup!

Monkey in the Dresser.

Baf Tyme.

Duck Farm.

365 days ago.

Mrs. Bubble

After a very unsuccessful attempt at a bubble-bath a few months ago, we tried it again last night...a massive victory:

Reality.

I don't plan on going anywhere for very, very long time - but I am starting to realize that the choice isn't really up to me -- take out 5 minutes and hang out to finish the post and video.

Carnegie Mellon professor Randy Pausch recently discovered that he has incurable pancreatic cancer and has only a few short months to live. This week, he addressed his students in a final farewell lecture, which he entitled "How To Live Your Dreams."

The Wall Street Journal called it "the lecture of a lifetime" and it's undoubtedly one of the more inspiring and moving lectures I've ever heard in my life. Even with death at his door, Randy Pausch remains one of the most life-affirming people I've ever met.

At the end of the lecture, he reveals that the life lessons he was discussing weren't for the audience - but rather for his three children. As his oldest son's just five, he's focusing on making videos during his remaining days so that his younger kids will have something to remember their father.

"I find that I am completely positive. The only times I cry are when I think about the kids -- and it's not so much the 'Gee, I'll miss seeing their first bicycle ride' type of stuff as it is a sense of unfulfilled duty -- that I will not be there to help raise them, and that I have left a very heavy burden for my wife."

His wife and children, he said, "mean everything to me. They give a purpose to life and a depth of joy that no job can begin to provide. I hope they will remember me as a man who loved them, and did everything he could for them."

Here's a video of excerpts from the lecture.



May his story help inspire all of you to pursue your childhood dreams and appreciate the value of the life you have.

Life is short, my friends. Kiss your wife. Hug your kids. Tell your loved ones how much they mean to you. And always remember to make every day count - especially when you think that you are too busy.

The results are in...

With all votes counted, it looks like the people are wanting us to have a banana slug.

All the cuddly goodness of a human baby, with dual-function reproductive organs!

Thanks for voting!

Santa Clara.

Since we are not likely to have a banana slug, which can be both a male and female, we are going to have one or the other.

Half of the house thinks one thing, but elle and I think otherwise...

Time to take some votes - what's it gonna' be?

Sweet Pea.

The ladies of the house are still not back in town, so the next one is going to hijack the blog for a couple of days...

According to my handy food-to-fetus ratio calculations - 'it' is somewhat similar in size to a pea.

Although I am not a licensed obstetrician (yet), I am pretty sure that it is wearing a giant farmer hat - so for all we know, this is the first official picture:

Pause. Rewind.

Tribeca Grand.

Lost in all the dizziness of life during the past few weeks, it occurred to me that many loyal readers didn't know that we have another creature coming into our lives...more details as we get them.

Just another normal day.

Skipped school this morning so I could nail the steps for my favorite new dance - The Melbourne Shuffle:

Miles apart.

The girls scooted out of town for a few days, and although it gives me some extra time to jump into my studies - it didn't take me long to realize how much I look forward to the chaos every time I walk in the door.

With no elle, there isn't anything to take pictures of - but I thought that this picture pretty much describes how I feel today....I guess I would be the pigeon?

Be Honest...

Do you think my butt makes my belly look big?

I'm tired.

Wheeeeeeee....

As previously seen...

Yikes! Here's our shar-pei @ 2 months:

Game Day!

Tastes like....lamb.

Window Boxer.

Uno.

Gloria Estefan

You know it!

Today we have elle steppin' out in her new 'back to school' Sambas:

Shaggy.

Boppy.

Ladybug at 4 weeks:

A moment.

This picture may not be very interesting, cute, or funny - but it was a snapshot of a brief minute that I will never let escape my memory.

Typically, we can locate elle based on the level of noise generation coming from the general area that she has chosen to destroy. Naturally, when we hear silence, we have to assume that something is wrong.

After an unusual length of silence, I spun around the corner to see what the problem was -- and this is what I found: