More of Art’s Art.

These are all little projects Art has done in what we call Morning Class, the daycare type class he goes to in the morning before his kindergarden class. It is a far more creative class than his kindergarden, which is sadly just a lot of coloring dittos. Educationally based coloring projects, but nothing like making a dragon puppet.

Or a tangram fox!

Or… Well…  I think that he said those brown things are falling into a bowl down there on the right and that I can not remember what that yellow thing is.  I’ll get back to you.  Anyway…

A golden medal with a bomb that explodes all the “happy” things!

Holy shit we have twin girls.

Every once in a while Jessica or I will turn to each other and realize that we have twin girls. “Jesus, we have twins!?” or, “Can you believe we have twins?” It really is hard to fathom on some level, that these two little girls are part of our family and are GIRLS! I can’t believe it sometimes. I would have never ever guessed it. Just today we were chatting about what would’ve happened if Jessica didn’t accidentally get pregnant with Netta and Bailey. I wanted a third baby, Jessica was leaning towards feeling content with two kids. There easily could’ve been some arguments involved, some serious persuading or frustrated relenting. It’s amazing though, Jessica didn’t just have ONE more baby, she had two. That’s some crazy shiznit. And then she said this morning, “You know Ben, I could have another.” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Our twin girls Netta, left, and Bailey.

Shopping for a Spiderman costume.

Yesterday Arthur realized that he didn’t have a costume his size. He was really upset, in part cause his homemade Halloween costume was since dismantled and, ahem, discarded. So, as Jessica reported it to me, he put on his shoes and coat and went out and sat in the van, waiting for someone to take him to the store to get a costume. A wonderful gesture of stubbornness and ambition. I got home and went out to find him in the van, still sitting there on the verge of tears. Eventually he came inside and later that night Jess went on the iPad with the boys for some costume shopping. Both boys are getting a Spiderman costume, Art’s will have those built in muscles to help beef up his skinny 6-year-old look.

What’s your caption?


I photographed Mitt Romney as he made a stop in Minnesota today (here’s a full gallery). I posted this funny photo on Facebook and Twitter and a number of people had fun giving it a caption. including:

“I made more in the last week than this baby will earn in his whole life.”
and

“That doesn’t ride on the roof of the car, governor.”
and my favorite from my bro’ in law Mike:
‎”Oh wait, this baby is poor? I’m not worried about it then. Here you can have it back.”

Down under.

Every once in a while we’ll find Netta and Bailey both tucked under our buffet in the dining room. Sometimes we’ll have to pluck a stuck baby out, but often they’ll stay tucked under there for a quite some time, banging instruments or just enjoying feeling a little squeezed and secret. Who wouldn’t?