Those sexy Europeans have done it again. My good friend Melissa, who’s a brewer at Drake’s Brewing Co., sent me this very funny TV ad from European television. Watch it all the way through or … well, just watch it. Thanks Melissa.
December 5, 2005
It was sunny but chilly here in Marin today so Alice was bundled up in her red sweater while waiting for Porter’s school bus to bring him back home.
Upon arriving outside, Alice first waves to Grandpa, then casually walks over to him.
She retreives her stuffed dog, but realizing her hands are now full, has to rearrange herself before she can resume waving again.
Porter’s first words after getting off the bus are “I want New York Central,” which is a train he’s had his eye on all weekend.
But he dutifully poses with his sister before getting in the green car (his grandparent’s car). Notice how stiffly he’s standing.
It doesn’t really seem like the holidays are upon us yet. I’m certainly not in the spirt, at least. Perhaps if everyone bought me expensive gifts, that might cure my indifference …
After we dropped Sarah off at the ferry landing and got back to the house, we had about fifteen minutes until Porter’s school bus was due to arrive. Porter wanted to watch the Polar Express again but there wasn’t enough time, of course. He sat opposite me at the kitchen table as I said “no” to the polar express movie. He replied with “how about yes?” I said “how about no?” He came back with the original “umm, how about yes?” To which I suggested, “umm, how about no?” This led to the rebuttal “how about yes?” But I cleverly came back with “how about no?” He then switched tactics and tried “how about yes, Daddy?” But I stuck to the award-winning “how about no?” Sensing he was losing, Porter asked “how about yes?” While I stayed the course with “how about no?” This went on for several minutes and if it hadn’t been for the arrival of the school bus, we might still be at it now.
“Umm, how about yes, Daddy?”
“Wait, I’ve got it! How about yes?“
We washed Alice’s hair last night, not necessarily on purpose but she kept dumping water on herself. Then Porter joined in soaking her head and it became inevitable that a hair-washing would take place. This morning, however her hair was hilarious as it appeared to have a mind of its own flying this way and that.
Alice’s fly away hair.
Even though this photo is blurry, I love the sleepy look on Alice’s bemused face.
Alice’s hair in action as she appears to be writing an ode to underwear. Our little poet?