Friday, July 20, 2012

In my next life...

In my next life, I'm going to make sure I don't have any flaws before having kids.

We were having a conversation about skin color with Tess the other night...because racism should start in the home, right? I have her convinced that if white people like me are in the sun for more than 3 seconds, we get sunburned and die. And that's not entirely untrue.

A couple of weeks ago I went swimming with Tess in the evening, only stayed in the shaded part of the pool, and had on sunscreen. But still managed to get a little pink. Same thing happened at 7pm a week later, but that time I deserved it because I didn't put on sunscreen. 7pm! Blarf you, the sun! And my viking heritage! How weirded out would people be if I started swimming in 3-piece suits to cover my skin?

Anyway, so we're working on a social experiment where the white kids in our family are on my team and the brown kids are Jaime's. Or at least that is what Tessa seems to think is going on. She's also convinced that only boys are white and get sunburns since I've told her that her brother can't get in the sun because he has my skin. So back to not having flaws and kids at the same time. The following was part of our discussion of skin color:

Jaime: See daddy has light skin and freckles.

Tess: One time I saw a picture of him when he was fat and he had freckles...I called it eczema.

What does being fat have to do with any of this? I don't get the eczema part either. I think she just wanted to throw in one more of my flaws before she stopped talking.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Torture...

This us how I entertain myself. A week and a half ago we had George on the bed on his stomach and he started to act like he was going to roll over, and then did. So we tried to record a second attempt:

We only got a cheat on camera. But it's a good video because you can't tell if he's more upset about not rolling or not being able to bite off that one arm. and we didn't count the first roll because he was on a bed with our weight helping gravity. But then Jaime started putting him on his stomach over the next few days and walking away. Then returning to find him on his back. I assumed she was lying and just couldn't remember putting him on his back. But there is evidence now below. He really loves tummy time and having heartless parents. Cries for help:

Saturday, July 7, 2012

A Postmodern Fairytale by Tess...

I had the following conversation with Tessa yesterday and decided to convert it into a comic. It's not the strangest conversation I've had with her while pretending, but for some reason it made me want to comicize it.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Creeper...

We blessed George in church today and then took family pictures afterwards at our apartment. Look at the mirror behind us. Creepy dad. The creepiest part is my dad wasn't even here this weekend.