February 26, 2009
This octopus smells like cherries!
Nothing much new to report.
February 26, 2009
Nothing much new to report.
February 20, 2009
Happy Birthday, Ansel Adams!

February 18, 2009
She’s a cool hipster, a hepcat, a with-it It Girl rockin’ the Hollywood shades while scattin’ in the FP mic (that would be Fisher Price, for you peeps not down with it). Three guesses as to what she’s singing here:

February 18, 2009

She used race cars to make this art. The top (blue) piece are imprints from the wheels, and the bottom piece was created by driving the tires through paint, then on the paper.
February 11, 2009
Nothing much new to write about…we’re up to the same ol’ same ol’. Work, study, sleep (a little), play with Zozer (Candyland…a lot).
February 9, 2009
Okay, so I haven’t really been a good blogger lately. I’ve been too busy tapping on the keyboard for school instead. I’d like to get to the end of this term and do a word count on what I’ve written, but it would take too long, I don’t have the time, and I think it would be too depressing. Suffice it to say that the spacebar on my laptop has a spot that’s worn shiny, and part of my “N” key is gone so that it now looks like an upside-down V.
February 4, 2009
Monday night: not good. Not good at all. My brain went into overload mode and pretty much just entirely shut down. I essentially wasted 30 minutes of the night staring at my laptop screen and crying, which makes it hard to study for mid-terms or write case analyses or post to the discussion boards, whathaveyou. I had a case of the Mean Reds, as Audrey Hepburn’s Holly Golightly said in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
February 2, 2009
That was our weekend. Mine and Zozer’s anyway. Every thirty minutes, we’d sit on the potty for two minutes. Sometimes longer if she wanted to read one of her potty books. While she’s now quite experienced at sitting on the potty, she has yet to actually use the potty. We both now know “A Potty For Me” and “The Potty Book For Girls” pretty much by heart, though.
January 30, 2009
My stomach is in knots. I’m anxious and nervous and I feel like I could toss my cookies any second now. Blech.

January 27, 2009
Over the weekend, Zoe figured out that the little pink camera Santa brought is hers, and that she can take pictures of whatever she wants, whenever she wants.