Grab Bag

posted by Martin

Here’s a bunch of stuff that should have been their own seperate blog posts, but for whatever reason, fell between the cracks. Enjoy….

I knew I shouldn’t have left Margot alone in the bathrooom. But I did. My bad.

One day, I was in the kitchen while Margot was playing in the living room, babbling the usual toddler babble speak. All of a sudden it went quiet. I peek in to check on her and this is what I see:

I halfway expected all the toys’ eyes to glow red and to hear demonic chanting coming from them.

Family Portaits:

^Believe it or not, but the above pic is our first decent picture as family together (Iggy’s already 3 months old at this point).

That’s because all our previous attempts ended up like the pic below:

I asked Margot to smile for this pic, but she made this face instead.

Iggy in a doo-rag. Word up.

Summer babe. There’ll be a day when Margot will want to spend those long summer days with her friends, instead of dear old papa. That’ll be the day I teach Iggy how to throw water balloons.

Teacher Maritsa, Margot’s favorite teacher at her very first pre-school at Bellevue Park. If this pre-school were a restaurant, it would have a letter grade C, but it would have the best food in town. The first few weeks of a new pre-school are filled with tears and screaming, but thanks to teacher Maritsa, they never lasted more than a few minutes.  Hopefully, she’ll still be around when it’s Iggy’s turn…

hannah’s birthday party

hannah‘s birthday was in september and christine and neil had
a big party for her at their house with pizza, jersey mike’s, cake and
a bounce house.

hannah was trying to play with margot and brought her some duplos to
play with, but margot is going through this thing where will not only
NOT play with  you, but she’ll take your shit and then ignore you.

finally got to meet myles and john. as some of you know, i’m a blog stalker.
that’s how i met jungleen (noah‘s mom) and sarvi (ameneh’s mom). i’m kind
of a myles and isla stalker (which they don’t know, well, i guess they do now)
so it was pretty cool to meet them in person. unfortunately, melissa and isla
were sick so they weren’t there.

we were all exhausted afterwards, but since i drove, i couldn’t nap.
live it up kids, once you hit 16 you’re driving mama’s drunk ass home.