Labor Negotiations

Channeling Evel (sic)

Yesterday, I received a catalog in the mail from this toy company. I noticed right away that they sold a reproduction of a toy my brother had in the mid-70's, and laughed about it. "Oh, the dorky crap we played with! And it DAMN sure wasn't a hundred bucks!" The catalog was worth showing to D when he got home. I asked him if he remembered the Evel Knievel action figure set from way back when. Not only did he remember it, but he had a little, "I'm still bitter because my cousin had it and I didn't," story to relate about it. I laughed and said maybe he'd get it for Christmas this year. It was the one toy we talked about from the catalog. I don't remember ever talking about Evel Knievel at any other time in the 11 years we have been together. So anyway, that was last night. This morning, I showed him a kitchen playset that I had been coveting and was going to buy for a future twin gift, since it was on clearance. He said, "That's fine, as long as I get my Evel Knievel." We both laughed.

Evel Knievel died today.

Maybe I should get a 900 number.

RIP, Evel.

Honey, 2007 has definitely been your year!(in case you're reading)

D has had the perfect cap to an already great year. Congratulations, dear. I hope the twins were the better gift, though?

I knew it would happen someday...

I finally poured formula on my cereal this morning. Luckily, I noticed what I was doing after I poured about an ounce or two. I shrugged and ate it anyway. Not sure if I would have, had it been breastmilk. Probably depends on how much coffee I had in me, and how much cereal was in the house at the time.

Note to self: Drink coffee first. Don't stray from the routine.

No tricks, just treats

It seems that when you finally have the kids, it is de rigueur to post a few pics of them in their get-ups. So, I'm a little late to the party, as usual. I present, the last week in pictures:

The groundbreaking has finally begun on the new house, after almost two years. It has taken us that long to get the old one torn down! Unscrupuloous demolition guy ran off with our deposit...long story...

We took a 4 day (total) road trip to my Homecoming last weekend. This is how they were on the road, most of the time, since we timed the driving around their naps.

Not to be outdone by D, the girls were outfitted in my alma mater's colors, too.  No, that it is not me.

Then we picked out pumpkins. The girls had to get a picture in the outfits my SIL, the ass, with 5 daughters of her own, bought. Hey inlaws, let me dress my own kids, you had your chance! Nic discovered that dead grass tastes kind of good.

My mom holds the girls in their costumes. This is one of the few that isn't blurry. First time they ever rode in a wagon, and they LOVED it. (I think the headband is making Nic's ears stick out a little, but it just makes her look that much more elfen, I guess) Oh, and their Jack o' Lanterns. I mangaged to carve both of them, very un-artistically, in 1/2 an hour, while Nic played in her exersaucer and Julia took a longer nap, than usual.

If you have a dachshund, its an unwritten rule that they have to be hot dogs for at least one Halloween in their lives. This was their year. Of course, they didn't fit right, since dachshunds are notoriously barrel-chested.

The morning after, the girls seemed a little miffed that they were getting the same ol' Cheeri0s and bananas, instead of something from that Trick or Treat bucket over there.