9.15.2005

Check out this site...

Dropping Knowledge

Very cool concept...I'll be anxious to see the final project.

Huh?


9.21.04

Sept 2004


9.17.04
Isn't he beautiful?

SO CUTE!

And of course, I don't have the camera (Daddy is off enjoying the air races in Reno with it)...

Today, when Z was taking bath, he finally discovered what fun it is to have a bubble beard! He dipped his face into the froth and came up looking as cute as I have ever seen him, and we just giggled and giggled.

It was quite possibly, the best bath ever. Maybe next time, I can get some snaps.

9.14.2005

9.07.2005

Maestro


9.01.05

Loading the dishwasher

So Zachary has his first official household chore: loading the dishwasher.

Oh, and he can do it alright.

He demonstrated with daddy tonite. WITHOUT being asked, he took a dirty dish (a pan lid he had been working with on the floor) from it's position across the room over to the already open dishwasher and loaded it in the bottom rack.

Is this kid going to be a dream teenager, or what???? :)

9.05.2005

Another trick!

Today, Zach discovered clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth! Let me tell you how dang cute it is.

He is also learning to raise his arms above his head to signal "touchdown" in honor of college football season kicking off.

Watch for us on David Letterman soon.

Zach loves Cleo


9.2.05
...and Cleo...well, she tolerates Zach





9.04.2005

When Daddy and Zach stay home...


9.2.05
THIS is what happens...

...

...hmm...what's this?

...uh huh...

...yeah...

...oh boy...

...hmmm...

Oh brother!
I know most of you come here to see Zachary,
but when I discovered these pictures on the camera,
I couldn't resist. I even told Chris,
"You know, those could end up on the blog..."
He's a goof, but really, that's exactly why I love him!!!

Now and then - First Bronco game of the season


9.3.05

9.4.04

I love these pictures...


9.03.05
Lately, my favorite times with Chris and Zachary
have been when we all sit together in the front yard...
just goofing around and enjoying being together.

Good old Gus...


9.04.05
One of Zach's favorite new places to play is Gus' bed...
I don't know why, but he loves to roll around on it,
getting hair all over his clothes and usually in his mouth!
Today, however, was the first time that he played in it
while Gus was IN it...

...and Gus is such a good sport...

...he doesn't mind being climbed on...

...or pulled on, or layed on...
He's the best dog ever!!

Under the table


09.04.05
Really, there's nowhere he can't/won't go these days...
it's so darn cute!

9.03.2005

Too cute not to share...


9.4.05

Zach's first BSU football game - 2004


9.4.04
We didn't GO to the game, but watched it on tv...
Today is the opening game for the 2005 season.
I'll post a current pic later!

9.02.2005

I couldn't have said it better myself...(and yes, my biases are showing!)

Friday, September 2nd, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush:

Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.

Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?

Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!

I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this -- after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?

And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!

On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.

There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.

No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing -- NOTHING -- to do with this!

You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.

Yours,

Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
www.MichaelMoore.com

P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no longer at your ranch. She and dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are now driving across the country, stopping in many cities along the way. Maybe you can catch up with them before they get to DC on September 21st.

8.28.2005

Muddy buddy


8.28.05
It was HOT today, so we started out by spraying
Z's feet with the hose...which led to his shorts and
shirt getting wet, and a mud puddle being created
in our yard. Of course, one cannot have a proper
childhood without at least ONCE playing in a mud
puddle with no cares, so today was that day.
One of my fondest memories was my grandma letting me
play in a giant mudpuddle on the farm when we
were there to visit one summer...this is the
stuff sweet memories are made of.



Even covered in mud, isn't he just the cutest
thing you've ever seen???

New tricks, part 2

- flushing the toilet

- finding daddy's nose, mouth, ear (and his own on occasion!!)

- crawling like a madman EVERYWHERE (ok, so this isn't a NEW trick...it's still pretty exciting!)

- offering sticks to the dogs when we're in the backyard

- peek-a-boo master

- giving you "five" when asked (90% of the time)

I swear, he's a genius.