Et tu? (things that are mostly true).

Busy. Rainy. A little weary.

Jeremy now has a blog. You must read his first post. It is a delightful ode to Brutus. He may leave high school not as an athlete, not as a musician, but as a champion blogger. He is evolving into both a lyrical and a narrative wordwizard.

Becca is back in people's mouths part of the week. Our 2-month old is machine gun spitup (true). Our 3-year old thinks she can outwrestle me (false). A bluesy stream of John Lee Hooker and Charlie Parker bops while we baked chocolate chip cookies and razzled up a noodles-and-steamed veggies dinner.

Also, the 37--month referenced above tackled me this morning and informed me-slash-the-world that:

You are the best, Daddy.

I did not argue, and was happy.

photo:
Jeremy and Brutus, August 2005