yesterday

Eamon loves bringing his hands to his face.
Though it might look like he's trying to say, "What's the big deal,"
he's really just in process of moving those hands.

et voila

Eamon Clark Smith

Birthday:
15 December
7 lbs. 4 oz.

I love him.

mouse mover

Most of you, ok, pretty much all of you, probably will have no idea what this is all about, but I'm posting it anyhow. A couple limericks to commemorate this morning's stealthy mouse moving. I dedicate it to Nantsu, Guya, and Bo-Bi.


There once was a girl named Lyn.
Her baby gave her stomach tight skin,
But not to worry,
She still in a hurry
Knew how to frustrate her kin.

See, she set out one morn for a walk,
And stopped by the house for a talk.
She spied the mouse, unmoved, on the wall,
So she jumped, did not crawl,
To move that mouse one more block.

I really think I have a future in limerick writing, seeing as how I whipped these up in less than five minutes. Maybe I just got lucky creative juices flowing the delicious pancakes Pa fed me. I know I don't have the precise syllable pattern down, but whatever. Happy December to everyone. I can't believe we're already almost a third of the way through it. Laters.

I stole the above image from here.