Aaron's new pajamas

For those of you who have asked, "What does Aaron look in his new plaid pajamas?" Here is the answer.... adorable! And like an old man!
If you need the back story, click here.

Lil pumpkins

Molly at the pumpkin patch with her uncle a little before her first birthday...



... and five years later.

At the same age second child Kelly of course had to settle for pumpkin headgear instead of a trip to an actual pumpkin patch though she seems happy enough with the substitution:
And here she is just past her fourth birthday:




And that brings us to baby number three, Aaron. Like Kelly, he made no baby trip to the pumpkin patch, but we did bring him back a bitty pumpkin. He was delighted to be remembered.


We gave him his own baby gourd too.

For pics of the girls and pumpkins last year, click here.

R.I.P. John Allen Muhammad

"In its effort to race John Allen Muhammad to his death before his appeals
could be pursued, the state of Virginia will execute a severely mentally ill man
who also suffered from Gulf War Syndrome the day before Veterans Day."

Go Phillies!

You look like you're dressed by yo grandma

email from my momma received today:

"Bought Aaron some plaid PJ's since U like 2 dress him in old men clothes
and he's in bed a lot."

you may also recall momma's sartorial email from last year:

"I got Kelly a Kenzo suede coat- I'm pretty sure she'll like it and it
will go well with her evening black bag and brown dog"

The Hairbrush

Today Kelly says to me "Mommy? I borrowed your hairbrush."
"Okay..." I reply, not really caring but to make conversation say chirpily "Which one?" as if the answer will be the most fascinating thing I've heard all day and she says equally cheerfully, "The one with all the white hairs!"
Thanks, Kelly. Thanks a lot.

They really should make a woof translator

Today, Kelly and I were taking a scenic stroll along the streets of Larchmont when we saw a lady walking two small and very cute dogs. Kelly and I both smiled at the sweet lil dogs.
And I said, "I love those kinds of dogs. I think they're French Bulldogs." And Kelly said, "So, they speak French?"
I immediately cracked-up.
Then I felt badly. I shouldn't laugh at a child's naivete I reminded myself sternly, and engaged Kelly in several minutes of inane banter about how French Bulldog referred to where the dogs' ancestors came from many years ago, and that these dogs lived here now, so they spoke the same language as their owners, and then I even threw in an example to illustrate my point that English sheepdogs spoke the language of whatever country they happened to be living in and not necessarily English, because again, the English referred to their place of origin and not what language they spoke.
Then Kelly asked, quite seriously, "Mommy, how does an English sheepdog living in France say "Woof" in French?
And I say it's the same as English - "Woof." And Kelly says, "But that is how those French bulldog just said it, so they are talking in French, like I said."
And I very quickly realized that I probably shouldn't have laughed in the first place. Kelly was right - I have no idea if French bulldogs speak French or English. Why did I think it was silly to think the French Bulldogs spoke French, and I had to be so condescending that they obviously spoke English!
So, I ask, does anyone have an accurate translation of "Woof" so I can settle this once and for all?