Have to share a LOL.

From this website about Aldi shopping:

As usual, I am broke as hell, so when it came time to go grocery shopping today, I chose Aldi's. Aldi's is like Trader Joe's under martial law. (No wonder TJ is owned by Aldi.) It's a de facto poverty-assistance program, or what daily life would be like if the government started operating all grocery stores. The German government.

A little factual error there (TJ is not owned by Aldi), but all in all, "Aldi's is like Trader Joe's under martial law." made me lol.

Daniel spent a while today at the Aldi's website. He read me stuff. Y'all just got the highlight.

vw, love the houses quilt - I've been enamored of various house themed quilt blocks - and trees too. I've got a design I've worked up on graph paper for a quilt with one house and a bunch of different trees. It is at this moment beyond my skills, but I have faith that finishing the other projects I have already started will bring me a few steps closer to it.

Well, JZ officially has the shortest haircut of her life.

Similar to Ple's first pixie cut, but rougher textures and slightly longer in back.

Supercute, really makes her eyes look spectacular.

David, you must feel like you died and went to heaven.

Happy Father's Day, Buffista Dads!

Happy Birthday, Cass!

I've got a design I've worked up on graph paper for a quilt with one house and a bunch of different trees. It is at this moment beyond my skills, but I have faith that finishing the other projects I have already started will bring me a few steps closer to it.

Oh, that sounds very cool. You'll have to keep me in the loop!

Happy birthday, Cass!

And where are the pictures of JZ's hair?

::taps foot impatiently::

David, you must feel like you died and went to heaven.

Pretty much. Though in heaven I don't expect I'll be competing for bed space with an infant.

And where are the pictures of JZ's hair?

We'll get some this morning after she's all cleaned up.

Happy Father's Day to the Buffista daddies!!!

The morning after, still pleased with the new haircut, though we had possibly the most wearisome post-haircut night ever. There are certain... activities a short-hair-loving man likes to perform with his beloved in the immediate wake of a fresh cut, activities which are rendered impossible by the presence of a wide-awake infant. We thought we could distract her with her high chair tray full of toys facing a mirror, but she immediately sensed that something was Going On and started sobbing.

Plan B, Bedtime!, lasted a solid hour. It was like a scene from the movie Parenthood -- walking, rocking, singing, nursing, shushing, soothing, back-rubbing, humming, Margaret Wise Brown books, sensory deprivation, more singing, more humming, more back-rubbing, more more more. And every few minutes her eyes would roll back in her head and she'd loll in the iron grip of sleep -- for exactly two seconds -- and then jerk violently awake sobbing frantically. Every few minutes the non-baby-shushing parent would appear in the bedroom doorway, as silently as possible, and make hopeful "Now?" eyes at the other parent, who would shake his/her head frantically and make silent go away! eyes.

Then she woke up at five, and now she's bouncing and smiling and jolly and squeaking with happiness and we are both dead.

And yet, still worth it. Mostly. Bless her.

Then she woke up at five, and now she's bouncing and smiling and jolly and squeaking with happiness and we are both dead.

Isn't it amazing that people actually find a way to have more than one child?