I didn't almost die this time.

Because I'm pretty sure that's what some of you must have been thinking. Two weeks without a post. Um, sorry about that. I won't offer up some lame excuse since Rich always says there's no such thing as a good excuse. Yes, Mr. Freud, I did marry my father.

Greeley had the camera the other day. She shot clear up my nostril here.


Recorded the pony herd for posterity's sake.


Captured forever more that Mommy (me) watches way too much Wife Swap on Lifetime during the day. Who needs soap operas when you have Wife Swap?


This shot has it all. The half painted family room walls from when I decided I hated the paneling, but then stopped because - well because I rarely finish things. (Again, not offering any excuses up.) The pony barn that my dad made for Atlee that Greeley has taken over. The two dog kennels on the back patio- even though I own 0 dogs. (They're the big white fluffy dogs' kennels. Remember them? No? Here.)

I like the reflection in the coffee table in this one.


Barbie's ready for her close up.


This concludes the Greeley gallery portion of our post.


Greeley is sometimes a grumpopotamous. I think I made that word up, all by myself. I took the picture too. Because I am a big girl.


The other day I scampered down to DC to meet up with a bunch of lovely ladies from the Dooce Community. It was a fantastic lunch at Poets and Busboys. I got to meet Spoke, Girassol, Zannah, Sojotom and JessicaM. I was the only one to bring both a brother-in-law (Can I get a shout out for Uncle Michael? Woo!) and a baby (Can I get a shout out for Emerson? Woo!) It was a great time, and I believe we'll be doing it again. (My hand's a little cramped from all that linking.)

The only picture I took? This. My sharper image emergency flashlight/radio. The radio in the van died (read: Rich killed it) a few months ago. I was so excited when I realized I had this in the car and could listen to music on the drive down. Fuzzy music, but music.


Moving on. When I got home from DC Rich was listening to music with the kids. I was too slow on the camera to capture Greeley and Emerson dancing together.

Emerson is sitting up on his own these days. He also has a tooth. And rolls over on purpose. (He's been rolling over for a bit, but not intentionally. It was more that gravity grabbed a hold of him and flopped him over.) See the toe peeping out of the sleeper? Chomp.

Greeley the Grumpopotamous got a little jealous that I was taking Emerson's picture.

I don't think she shoved him over, but she didn't rush to pick him up right away either.

How does Rich solve sibling jealousy? Have the baby ride the toddler like a horsey.

So, yeah. I didn't almost die this time. Oh! And the Name that Offspring was Shea. Thanks for playing!