A snippet sampling of what the muppets have been up to:
Category Archives: Search
Muppets and Music Together
On Wednesday our little gang trooped back to our Movement Exploration class. Search eyed me warily as we entered the rec center, but as soon as we put him down he was off and crawling. Continue reading
Clap Clap
This is what happens when you ask siblings to perform on command. Continue reading
An Open Letter to my Sons on Their First Birthday
Dear Search and Destroy,
Well hell, it’s been 365 days. People told me having kids would change your life, but they neglected to mention our quest for you would send my entire being into a tailspin. Continue reading
Boys will be Boys
Well, another apocalypse has come and gone. I do believe the May 21, 2011 Judgement Day was Pastor Crazypants’s third attempt at salvation (the first two predictions fizzled in 1988 and 1994). My theory on why this prediction got so much reaction is due to the cult’s group’s massive advertising endeavor. For the past few months, there were more Rapture billboards than Starbucks in the Bay Area. Continue reading
Our First Easter
Easter symbolizes a time of rebirth. Springtime returns and the flora and fauna are resurrected from beneath the frozen ground. (Granted, this metaphor has a lot more impact in a location with actual seasons.) Continue reading
My Son is Not a Ninja
Midway through a conference call with England this morning, my phone buzzed.
Hi Mom!
Wipe the Smirk Off Your Face
I had a fully zen moment after an afternoon spent at the spa. (A bit of personal relaxation enjoyed despite Scout’s best efforts.)
Destroy refused to focus on the actual spoonfuls of food in front of him. He’s currently exhibiting an odd fascination with the taste and texture of his bib. Unfortunately, this creates a very avant garde style: vegetable sleeves with pureed face mask. Jon’s patience is wearing thin with the secret handshake motions of pulling the bib away, wiping his face, turning to give his brother a spoonful, realizing Destroy has grabbed the bib again, attempting to scoop the dribbles of mashed baby food off the kid and then repeating the entire process.