Friends...we have a few

We had the rare privilege to see some bestest friends from Montana while visiting Virginia...yeah go figure, they were both there at the same time. Julie is busy wondering how those little people get into her camera every time she pushes the shiny button and Jenn is wondering when simon is going to be distracted long enough for her to yoink his milkshake. It was awesome seeing these two lovely ladies again and it helped us remember what its like to have friends around that feel more like family. Sucks monkey balls that they live so far away though.....Monkey....Balls...thats right, i make no apologies for that comment.


Jenn, now realizing that she'd have to break Simon's fingers to pry the milk shake away, pretends to be part of the conversation....but ultimately if she had swiped it, Simon would probably just show his "sad face" as discussed previously in which your heart would melt and you would give into his demands. Curses! I must harness his sad face for my own fortune....i should write that down on a notepad or something.

The holidays...we haz enjoyed

Charley is scoping out the fine women in the airport. Mmmmm fanny packs and jean shorts.


Here we see Melissa happy as always to travel with 2 children. i think this is on our way back from Virginia. We see angry Miss more and more during the return trips. Oh yeah...she's giving me the evil eye. and the light source from above her gives her that godfather quality. She'd break your legs, and then probably apologize...maybe make you some tea...probably do errands for you as you recuperate....pick up your mail...watch your kids or something. Yeah...she'd pretty much be an all around crappy mobster


Simon is so excited to see the dentist for the first time (my father being said dentist). his faith and hopes will soon be shattered when he gets a metal hook thingy scraping his teeth. "Oh...im just looking" says my father and he pokes and pushes cold, calculated steel around on the inside of the teeth. Like biting asphalt or scraping a chalk board with aluminum siding. "Don't worry, your teeth look fine" as a glance towards his dental drill gives his inner thoughts away....or maybe that was what I remember and not so much Simon's experience.


yeah, he was pretty chill and even got to pick his own dental paste junk (mint i believe was his choice) that dentists use on that plunger looking thing that spins around like a mini-sander.


Not an optical illusion...those pins are about the size of a small turtle. Over X-mas we, as a family, decided to go bowling in a small bitty town in pennsylvania, or west virginia...I really have no idea where it was located. We just drove and stopped here.
We thought it was little kid night or, midget monday or something, but alas, it was Duckpin bowling...meaning they are always this small and the bowling balls fit in the palm of your hands. Needless to say, normal bowling rules do not apply, nor do the physics of it. I reverted to my childhood and threw the ball aimlessly, more concerned with being mocked by the locals then actually hitting any pins.

Where my goldfish platforms at?

Here we have little Simon practicing his pimp skills. who is this girl?
I have no idea...she wandered into our home off the street and Simon promised to "show her around" and "take good care of her". hmmm...I'm sure this will lead to pleasant tomorrows. Actually this is the daughter of some good friends of ours. They were visiting us from southern Utah and these two just spontaneously started hugging and smiling.


OK...not really spontaneously...many bribes were offered and threats were made to pose for the onlooking crowd. As you can tell, Rick and Michelle find it just as hilarious as us. They were like little dancing monkeys taking orders and requests. All I was missing was a few nickels to throw at their feet. I fear our children will forever be scarred by the things we force upon them.