Friday, July 18, 2008

Naana bachcha



Poor baby Saul has a bobo. He is just learning how to walk, and he took a tumble across the coffee table. Bad coffee table. It has been banished to the garage.
My sister, Meri, said people have fussed at her in public. Like, "What did you do to that baby?" Stupid people. They should be banished to the garage.
The script above his picture is Urdu for baby.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

K-T Bug

I have passed down my Paint skills to my niece Katie Bug. She will continue the badness for-ever! Check out her first blog.

The link has been fixed. Please visit Katie's blog:)

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Whomp Me

Must stop word whomping. Only have three days left of school. Might not make it. Must stop word whomping, but it is the only thing that makes pain of research papers go away. Must stop blogging. Have to get back to trying to win the giant carrot.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

I'll prune myself, thank you


This is the day that Sam discovered that he could hold the spoon and put it in his mouth. He still needs to work a little on aim, but he was proud of himself.
I haven't seen any poo yet today. I thought prunes were supposed to be the organic laxative? In this flax seed house we believe in keeping regular. Prunes was a natural choice to introduce to baby's diet ...
He won't eat green beans. He doesn't like carrots. He loves bananas. Meme was on him then. "Did you know bananas are binding? ... Maybe we should feed that baby some prunes..."
Well, Sam, where's the poo?
If you don't start performing soon Meme will give you some laxative tea.
No lie, a couple of weeks ago I woke up in search of some Imodium. I started listing in my head everything I had eaten the day before.
Was the sushi bad? Did I accidentally eat a store-bought tomato? Mom figured out the mystery. The tea she gave me the night before was a laxative. You have to seriously watch the people in this house.
They are definetly on your colon's side.