this particular pic taken just off the gondola at the grand motte - the highest peak at Val D'isere - with the french alps serving as the grandest of backdrops.
um o' dat!!
for christmas i want a... for easter i would like a... next saturday, i hope to receive a...
well, one such assertion led to a rather existential inquiry from our youthful prodigy.
"for my birthday," quinn declared as he rode in the car with with his ma, "i want a skateboard."
and then, after a moment's reflection: "actually mom, what is a skateboard?"
ah ha. gotta love the sincerity, the candor, and the utterly unabashed innocence. we'd all do well to sample a dose of that purity...
check out comrade josepi flanked by some of the Kustelski clan getting their bojourn on near johannesburg. joey k returned from this trip and promptly gave his notice at work. "there's more out there than this cube," he told his boss.
really, there's nothing like arriving at noon for a street party that doesn't officially start until 5pm. pretty much guarantees AWRY behaviour by the time the main event kicks in.
in fact, all concrete facts go liquid around sundown, and so the pictures will have to suffice.
we've got will-billy staking his spot at the outset...
a loose set of like-minded individuals banding together...
the ether kicking in...
the home team getting its green on that morning...
and the rest of the roll...
btw, You'll Never Get A Date With a Diaper On Your Head is a profound little jingle that arose during a worldview discussion with the late night cab driver. tough to argue with the logic of those lyrics, i declared. the cabbie agreed.
what an incredible week. bringing a new life into the world has got to rank up there with one of the best experiences someone can have in this dimension. have simply felt charmed ever since i woke up last sunday to my wife saying that her labor was kicking in.
and here's a little supporting material suggesting that perhaps the stars were indeed aligned for us that day:
my role at the hospital was purely one of support, and i was totally cool with that. about two hours into the process, i was sent out to the drugstore to get a few odds and ends.
michelle asked that i pick up a magazine to help her pass the time. i think the orginal request was for InStyle, but i wound up grabbing another rag in that category called Self because that's all that was there.
anyway, by the time i got back to the hospital room, the labor situation had stepped up a few notches. before long, my wife put out the request for meds and lickety split a doctor/chemist rolled in the epidural cart.
good call. my wife went from feeling totally uncomfortable to feeling pretty darn cozy in a few minutes.
i put in the request to get hooked up myself, but everybody in the room thought i was joking.
so now with my wife in her own zone, i was left with very little to do but thumb through Self magazine. about the only thing i can relate to in these mags is the horoscope section, and so i gave it a look.
i'm not a big believer in this sort of stuff, but check out my horoscope for march (keeping in mind that last sunday was march 7th):
and then i checked out what they had to say about pisces (since my daughter was about to become one):
now that's cosmic.
and its been a joy watching little ms. cassady shaking her groove thang all week...
say hello to Cassady Elizabeth who joined this world on Sunday, March 7th.
mom and baby are doing great.
papa is a bit frazzled... but otherwise about as thrilled as can be!