Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Still here.
Daddy is telling me to wait until Friday so he can go to the Virginia-Virginia Tech basketball game Thursday night. I was a little skeptical at first, but when he explained that first place in the ACC was on the line, I acquiesced. Daddy is so cool, with his sports and his timetables.
Monday, February 19, 2007
2 things
First, I'm still in here. In case people were wondering.
Second, I'm having a tough internal (in two senses) debate about how to spell the shortened version of my name. I'm pushing for "E-v-v-y" so that anyone with any phonics skills will get it right. I've been hearing from outside the womb that certain family members prefer "E-v-y" or "E-v-i-e." My big fear is that if I get tagged with one of those spellings, almost everyone will pronounce it "ee-vee." Thus, I will be doomed to a life of correcting people until the frustration builds up and I snap and open fire in a crowded Taco Bell.
In order to prevent this tragedy, I invite you to weigh in with comments on what you think the spelling of my nickname should be. Let's resolve this once and for all, before I get born and it's too late.
Second, I'm having a tough internal (in two senses) debate about how to spell the shortened version of my name. I'm pushing for "E-v-v-y" so that anyone with any phonics skills will get it right. I've been hearing from outside the womb that certain family members prefer "E-v-y" or "E-v-i-e." My big fear is that if I get tagged with one of those spellings, almost everyone will pronounce it "ee-vee." Thus, I will be doomed to a life of correcting people until the frustration builds up and I snap and open fire in a crowded Taco Bell.
In order to prevent this tragedy, I invite you to weigh in with comments on what you think the spelling of my nickname should be. Let's resolve this once and for all, before I get born and it's too late.
I've been taking swim lessons again, and I'm pretty happy with the results. I had the following conversation with mommy after the latest:
Me: I was the fastest swimmer in the pool.
Mommy: Really? Good job!
Me: The other boys were the slowest. (pause) I'll go make myself a ribbon.
Here's my ribbon. #1! #1! Whoooooooo!!!
Swimming hasn't been my only opportunity to flex my manliness. Yesterday, Gram and I went out looking for some beaver:
We struck out on the beaver, and it was a dam shame. Dam it all, beavers. Dam it all.
Having failed to procure beaver, we went sledding on our butts instead.
Still fairly manly...
Lastly, Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Dick paid us a surprise visit this past weekend. I explained to them that while they were here, they should be aware that there are nine planets and that they all orbit around the sun.
(And showed them how to fly an airplane)
Me: I was the fastest swimmer in the pool.
Mommy: Really? Good job!
Me: The other boys were the slowest. (pause) I'll go make myself a ribbon.
Here's my ribbon. #1! #1! Whoooooooo!!!
Swimming hasn't been my only opportunity to flex my manliness. Yesterday, Gram and I went out looking for some beaver:
We struck out on the beaver, and it was a dam shame. Dam it all, beavers. Dam it all.
Having failed to procure beaver, we went sledding on our butts instead.
Still fairly manly...
Lastly, Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Dick paid us a surprise visit this past weekend. I explained to them that while they were here, they should be aware that there are nine planets and that they all orbit around the sun.
(And showed them how to fly an airplane)
I've been taking swim lessons again, and I'm pretty happy with the results. I had the following conversation with mommy after the latest:
Me: I was the fastest swimmer in the pool.
Mommy: Really? Good job!
Me: The other boys were the slowest. (pause) I'll go make myself a ribbon.
Here's my ribbon. #1! #1! Whoooooooo!!!
Swimming hasn't been my only opportunity to flex my manliness. Yesterday, Gram and I went out looking for some beaver:
We struck out on the beaver, and it was a dam shame. Dam it all, beavers. Dam it all.
Having failed to procure beaver, we went sledding on our butts instead.
Still fairly manly...
Lastly, Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Dick paid us a surprise visit this past weekend. I explained to them that while they were here, they should be aware that there are nine planets and that they all orbit around the sun.
(And showed them how to fly an airplane)
Me: I was the fastest swimmer in the pool.
Mommy: Really? Good job!
Me: The other boys were the slowest. (pause) I'll go make myself a ribbon.
Here's my ribbon. #1! #1! Whoooooooo!!!
Swimming hasn't been my only opportunity to flex my manliness. Yesterday, Gram and I went out looking for some beaver:
We struck out on the beaver, and it was a dam shame. Dam it all, beavers. Dam it all.
Having failed to procure beaver, we went sledding on our butts instead.
Still fairly manly...
Lastly, Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Dick paid us a surprise visit this past weekend. I explained to them that while they were here, they should be aware that there are nine planets and that they all orbit around the sun.
(And showed them how to fly an airplane)
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Finally, some clarity!
Someone heeded my plea for photos, so here they are. Apparently, my mom had some sort of celebration of me a few days ago. It featured two cakes:
and...
I'm hoping mom only consumed one of them, for my sake.
I apparently got a few gifts at this event. This one is my favorite:
One big disappointment in flipping through the pictures: this clown. I'm hoping he's just a friend of a friend who crashed the party. Good god...
I also got a picture of my big brother, who looks like some sort of fuzzy convict in those PJ's:
He also was rude enough to block my air hole with a big plastic eyeball. Thanks. That's a big help.
I also got a picture of my future digs:
It comes with cable! I hope I have TiVo...
That's all for now. Given what I've seen so far, it's probably just as well that I have a few more weeks in here. Yeesh.
and...
I'm hoping mom only consumed one of them, for my sake.
I apparently got a few gifts at this event. This one is my favorite:
One big disappointment in flipping through the pictures: this clown. I'm hoping he's just a friend of a friend who crashed the party. Good god...
I also got a picture of my big brother, who looks like some sort of fuzzy convict in those PJ's:
He also was rude enough to block my air hole with a big plastic eyeball. Thanks. That's a big help.
I also got a picture of my future digs:
It comes with cable! I hope I have TiVo...
That's all for now. Given what I've seen so far, it's probably just as well that I have a few more weeks in here. Yeesh.
Friday, February 09, 2007
OK, swallowing the laptop worked... Evelyn's blog is now online. The link is over on the right, but if you don't know your right from your left you can just click here.
OK, swallowing the laptop worked... Evelyn's blog is now online. The link is over on the right, but if you don't know your right from your left you can just click here.
It's dark in here.
This is boring. I'm ready to come out.
Like I said, boring. Someone send me some pictures so I can make this blog more interesting.
Like I said, boring. Someone send me some pictures so I can make this blog more interesting.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
As promised, here is the photographic history of my 4th birthday extravaganza. First things first, get a load of the sweet-ass solar system cake that mommy whipped up:
Yep, Saturn's rings are made out of a squished fruit roll-up(TM). Good eye, reader!
It was almost tragic having to cut this masterpiece. Almost.
I demanded Earth. It was delicious. Warm and delicious.
Then my harem helped me open presents:
Unbelievable! ANOTHER solar system-themed gift! How did you ladies know?
Speaking of presents, thanks to everyone who showed they cared. My administrative assistant/mom will be getting out thank-you notes shortly, so hold your horses. The following pictures are merely a sampling-- just because your present didn't show up doesn't mean it wasn't my favorite.
I'll soon be following in Grandpa Paul's footsteps as the slide projector master of the Kaplowitz clan.
Here's my best Lloyd Dobler impersonation. I think the telescope is blasting "In Your Eye."
What? It's not about planets? What does Groundhog Day have to do with me anyway?
This one needs no explanation.
Speaking of which, the little sis is more and more imminent by the day. There has been no small measure of conflict in the house over her name. Mommy and daddy have cast their vote for Evelyn, while I'm holding strong for Eve (after a cute girl at my school, natch). Marge has consistently and shrilly supported Mrrrrrow and Monty seems to prefer Snorrrrrrrrrnk. Essentially, all I need is one more vote for Eve and I can tie this thing up and send it into overtime. Unfortunately, the swing vote is in mommy's ever-increasing belly.
Speaking of which, I have wedded my obsession with the planets and my obsession with the forthcoming sister by nicknaming mommy Big Jupiter. My nickname is Little Earth. I told daddy he can be Big Uranus. He protested, but I'm not sure why. Uranus is beautiful!
One last note-- I've finally moved on from my previous career goal of becoming a policeman. I now want to be an astronaut when I grow up. Daddy tells me this is a great time to be an astronaut, as long as I stay away from the astronaut ladies. I'm not sure what he meant by that.
Mother Nature provided me with the best birthday present of all this week-- actual real snow. I made the most of the morning that it stayed on the ground.
Daddy tells me this I shouldn't post this picture because it is highly misleading. Again, not sure what he means. Daddy sure is cryptic!
Me sledding with some of the big boys in the 'hood. Daddy was at school all morning.
When daddy got home, there was just enough snow for us to make a midget snowman. You can tell the resemblance, right?
I've been informed that mommy swallowed a laptop the other day, and apparently a rival blog will be coming out shortly. I've also been informed that I better link to said blog-- or else.
Yep, Saturn's rings are made out of a squished fruit roll-up(TM). Good eye, reader!
It was almost tragic having to cut this masterpiece. Almost.
I demanded Earth. It was delicious. Warm and delicious.
Then my harem helped me open presents:
Unbelievable! ANOTHER solar system-themed gift! How did you ladies know?
Speaking of presents, thanks to everyone who showed they cared. My administrative assistant/mom will be getting out thank-you notes shortly, so hold your horses. The following pictures are merely a sampling-- just because your present didn't show up doesn't mean it wasn't my favorite.
I'll soon be following in Grandpa Paul's footsteps as the slide projector master of the Kaplowitz clan.
Here's my best Lloyd Dobler impersonation. I think the telescope is blasting "In Your Eye."
What? It's not about planets? What does Groundhog Day have to do with me anyway?
This one needs no explanation.
Speaking of which, the little sis is more and more imminent by the day. There has been no small measure of conflict in the house over her name. Mommy and daddy have cast their vote for Evelyn, while I'm holding strong for Eve (after a cute girl at my school, natch). Marge has consistently and shrilly supported Mrrrrrow and Monty seems to prefer Snorrrrrrrrrnk. Essentially, all I need is one more vote for Eve and I can tie this thing up and send it into overtime. Unfortunately, the swing vote is in mommy's ever-increasing belly.
Speaking of which, I have wedded my obsession with the planets and my obsession with the forthcoming sister by nicknaming mommy Big Jupiter. My nickname is Little Earth. I told daddy he can be Big Uranus. He protested, but I'm not sure why. Uranus is beautiful!
One last note-- I've finally moved on from my previous career goal of becoming a policeman. I now want to be an astronaut when I grow up. Daddy tells me this is a great time to be an astronaut, as long as I stay away from the astronaut ladies. I'm not sure what he meant by that.
Mother Nature provided me with the best birthday present of all this week-- actual real snow. I made the most of the morning that it stayed on the ground.
Daddy tells me this I shouldn't post this picture because it is highly misleading. Again, not sure what he means. Daddy sure is cryptic!
Me sledding with some of the big boys in the 'hood. Daddy was at school all morning.
When daddy got home, there was just enough snow for us to make a midget snowman. You can tell the resemblance, right?
I've been informed that mommy swallowed a laptop the other day, and apparently a rival blog will be coming out shortly. I've also been informed that I better link to said blog-- or else.
As promised, here is the photographic history of my 4th birthday extravaganza. First things first, get a load of the sweet-ass solar system cake that mommy whipped up:
Yep, Saturn's rings are made out of a squished fruit roll-up(TM). Good eye, reader!
It was almost tragic having to cut this masterpiece. Almost.
I demanded Earth. It was delicious. Warm and delicious.
Then my harem helped me open presents:
Unbelievable! ANOTHER solar system-themed gift! How did you ladies know?
Speaking of presents, thanks to everyone who showed they cared. My administrative assistant/mom will be getting out thank-you notes shortly, so hold your horses. The following pictures are merely a sampling-- just because your present didn't show up doesn't mean it wasn't my favorite.
I'll soon be following in Grandpa Paul's footsteps as the slide projector master of the Kaplowitz clan.
Here's my best Lloyd Dobler impersonation. I think the telescope is blasting "In Your Eye."
What? It's not about planets? What does Groundhog Day have to do with me anyway?
This one needs no explanation.
Speaking of which, the little sis is more and more imminent by the day. There has been no small measure of conflict in the house over her name. Mommy and daddy have cast their vote for Evelyn, while I'm holding strong for Eve (after a cute girl at my school, natch). Marge has consistently and shrilly supported Mrrrrrow and Monty seems to prefer Snorrrrrrrrrnk. Essentially, all I need is one more vote for Eve and I can tie this thing up and send it into overtime. Unfortunately, the swing vote is in mommy's ever-increasing belly.
Speaking of which, I have wedded my obsession with the planets and my obsession with the forthcoming sister by nicknaming mommy Big Jupiter. My nickname is Little Earth. I told daddy he can be Big Uranus. He protested, but I'm not sure why. Uranus is beautiful!
One last note-- I've finally moved on from my previous career goal of becoming a policeman. I now want to be an astronaut when I grow up. Daddy tells me this is a great time to be an astronaut, as long as I stay away from the astronaut ladies. I'm not sure what he meant by that.
Mother Nature provided me with the best birthday present of all this week-- actual real snow. I made the most of the morning that it stayed on the ground.
Daddy tells me this I shouldn't post this picture because it is highly misleading. Again, not sure what he means. Daddy sure is cryptic!
Me sledding with some of the big boys in the 'hood. Daddy was at school all morning.
When daddy got home, there was just enough snow for us to make a midget snowman. You can tell the resemblance, right?
I've been informed that mommy swallowed a laptop the other day, and apparently a rival blog will be coming out shortly. I've also been informed that I better link to said blog-- or else.
Yep, Saturn's rings are made out of a squished fruit roll-up(TM). Good eye, reader!
It was almost tragic having to cut this masterpiece. Almost.
I demanded Earth. It was delicious. Warm and delicious.
Then my harem helped me open presents:
Unbelievable! ANOTHER solar system-themed gift! How did you ladies know?
Speaking of presents, thanks to everyone who showed they cared. My administrative assistant/mom will be getting out thank-you notes shortly, so hold your horses. The following pictures are merely a sampling-- just because your present didn't show up doesn't mean it wasn't my favorite.
I'll soon be following in Grandpa Paul's footsteps as the slide projector master of the Kaplowitz clan.
Here's my best Lloyd Dobler impersonation. I think the telescope is blasting "In Your Eye."
What? It's not about planets? What does Groundhog Day have to do with me anyway?
This one needs no explanation.
Speaking of which, the little sis is more and more imminent by the day. There has been no small measure of conflict in the house over her name. Mommy and daddy have cast their vote for Evelyn, while I'm holding strong for Eve (after a cute girl at my school, natch). Marge has consistently and shrilly supported Mrrrrrow and Monty seems to prefer Snorrrrrrrrrnk. Essentially, all I need is one more vote for Eve and I can tie this thing up and send it into overtime. Unfortunately, the swing vote is in mommy's ever-increasing belly.
Speaking of which, I have wedded my obsession with the planets and my obsession with the forthcoming sister by nicknaming mommy Big Jupiter. My nickname is Little Earth. I told daddy he can be Big Uranus. He protested, but I'm not sure why. Uranus is beautiful!
One last note-- I've finally moved on from my previous career goal of becoming a policeman. I now want to be an astronaut when I grow up. Daddy tells me this is a great time to be an astronaut, as long as I stay away from the astronaut ladies. I'm not sure what he meant by that.
Mother Nature provided me with the best birthday present of all this week-- actual real snow. I made the most of the morning that it stayed on the ground.
Daddy tells me this I shouldn't post this picture because it is highly misleading. Again, not sure what he means. Daddy sure is cryptic!
Me sledding with some of the big boys in the 'hood. Daddy was at school all morning.
When daddy got home, there was just enough snow for us to make a midget snowman. You can tell the resemblance, right?
I've been informed that mommy swallowed a laptop the other day, and apparently a rival blog will be coming out shortly. I've also been informed that I better link to said blog-- or else.
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