Look who's laughing now...

Somebody got the giggles:

Holy ka-dunka-dunk.

Do me a little favor, please add this to my growing list of 'Crap I Never Thought I Would Say".

Here goes: "Hey, do we have enough cash to pay the babysitter?"

That's right - an actual sitter of babies. We went out, we had fun.

For your viewing pleasure...elle doing the 'dead bug'

Just in time!

I was really worried that we would not be able to get elle appropriate undergarments for some of her late-summer outfits.

What is a fashion-forward, 6-week-old baby supposed to do when the dress code calls for low-rise jeans?

Finally, we have options:

I Dream of Jeanie

Remember that show? Of course you do.

Okay. Now remember when Jeanie was getting ready to pull one of her wacky stunts? She would cross her arms, close her eyes, nod her head - and **POOF** -- suddenly Major Healey was turned into a monkey?

Just wondering...

Six Flags?

Look Ma' - no hands!

Did you know...

That today (9/26) is National Pancake Day?

What better way to celebrate than to post a photo that serves to remind us of the true meaning of the holiday:

Chipotle

Our sleeping burrito:

Now I Remember...

**Warning - This post has virtually nothing to do with elle.**

About 2 weeks ago, I was able to finally run again after NINE weeks on the sideline with a stress fracture. With new-found patience, I have been taking it relatively slow and steady in getting back some fitness. Easy pace, all my miles on the trail, no watch, no workouts. One problem = no fun.

The first few days were great - even my 11 minute run was a blessing - the sore muscles, the labored breathing, plenty of sweat. The novelty wore off after a couple of days and I just couldn't get motivated. Weather in the 90s, humidity like a swamp, the same old routes, the same faces on the running trail...physically, I was improving - mentally, bored to death.

Until last week.



Likely one of the most storied running routes in America, Magnolia Road -- 'Mags' to those who know -- about 15 minutes down Canyon on the West side of Boulder.

6:00pm. Perched 8200 feet above sea-level - the sleepy sun was cracking a deep red on the Flatirons, the chill made me wish I had a pair of gloves, and all I could see was the crests of the dozens of hills that lay ahead. Save for a few mustangs, not a soul in sight. An hour into the run, eight Kenyans come blitzing behind me...quickly. They pass me as fast as they appeared. A blur of efficiency.

Near dark, and near the finish - it all came back to me - the spectrum of reasons and excuses why I run. I think back to when I started running: the leaf-covered mazes of Forest Park in Queens, the snowy loops of Central Park, the brisk wind snapping across the Reservoir in the lights of the NYC skyline, and the furnace of dry air at The Armory. It all rushes back in a matter of minutes and reminds me of where I started - and it gives me a hint of where I am going...

Happy Miles.

Untitled.

Awww, come on -- Does a face this cute really need a title?

I see feets!

98.5%

Huh?

21 strands, 64 codons, 4 base pairs, and 1,600 genomes - it all adds up to create 1.3 billion possible arrangements - and we are only 1.5% different than a chimp.

Therefore, our DNA matches our fuzzy friends by 98.5% -- it seems hard to believe that so little difference exists between the two species....until you see some photgraphic evidence:

Self-Portrait

Maybe we have more than most people, but I am sure everyone has at least a half-dozen pictures where you have tried to take your own picture? You know - you hold your arm out as faaaarrrr as you can, hope that you get everyone in the picture - and snap away?

Well, don't they all sorta' look like this:

Who loves bathtime?

I do, I do!

I'm very confused...

Walking around today here in Boulder and I noticed that some of the trees had different colored leaves?


I asked someone about this strange phenomena - and apparently, there is this period of time (a 'season', if you prefer) that they call Fall. Someone else mentioned that Autumn could be a possible cause for this color change.

Anyway -- during this window of time, outside temperatures decrease, humidity disappears, and many plants change appearance.

This is great idea..I am going to se if Austin can get one.

Who invited this guy to the party?

Yup, that's right...it is the first appearance of Sad Clown.

He came along to let everyone know how my day is going...see, the problem stems from the fact that I have a job. My current occupation isn't particularly demanding (such as quantum physics), labor-intensive (like coal miners), nor unpleasant (bovine artificial insemination). However, my job does **typically** require a hectic travel schedule. I worked like a madman in the first part of the year to ensure that I would have some flex-time to stay close to Austin for a chunk of time to hang out with elle. Well, those days have come to a halt.

Don't get me wrong - I am not in Cambodia, or even worse - Arkansas. I am only away for one night - and I am in my 3rd favorite city in America -- so things aren't horrible. But I certainly didn't expect to miss the little critter so much.

Somehow, someway - I guess I will try to enjoy the little things in life that I have recently forgotten...like sleeping through the night, not smelling like baby barf, and not having to double-check the backseat to see if we left her in the car. Again.

Oh, and don't get jealous - but check out my sweet-ass rental car -- sorry ladies, I'm already taken!

Who dat is?

Staring, transfixed, absolutely locked-in...



Who could keep her so interested and focused? Good ol' Mom? Dearest Father?

Nope -- it's just Winchester, the house mascot:

Man-o-man...I wish I was in Iowa today...

When you smile,

the whole world smiles with you:

Oh no!

'You have such a pretty baby -- she looks just like..."



Walter Matthau?

Make it Work!

Rockin' the bikini: