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The art of the joke

Owen: "Hey, Daddy, why did the chicken cross the road?"

Me: "I don't know, why did the chic--"

Owen: "With cars on it!"

Me: "Wow, that was funny..."

Owen: "But it had shorts on its head and then fruit on its head and then the chicken fell in the gutter. Isn't that a funny story?"

Me: "..."

before & after

at 18 months - 2 very different & equally wonderful boys




making our own pizzas &  eating most of the toppings before they make it onto the pizza!

dining room chandelier.... (thanks A&B for all your help!)




The "thing"

An old Arab has been living close to New York City for more than 40
years. He would love to plant potatoes in his garden, but he is alone,
old and weak. His son is in college in Paris, so the old man sends him
an e-mail and explains the problem:

Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can't plant potatoes in my
garden. I am sure, if only you were here; you'd help me and dig up the
garden for me. I Love you.

Father

The following day, the old man receives a response e-mail from his son:

Beloved father, please don't touch the garden. It's there that I have
hidden the 'thing'. I love you too.

Ahmed


At 4pm the next day, the US Army, the Marines, the FBI, the CIA and
the Rangers visit the house of the old man, take the whole garden
apart, search every inch, but can't find anything. Disappointed they
leave the house. One day later, the old man receives another e-mail
from his son:

Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant
your potatoes. That's all I c…

Blast from the past

Here's a fun picture from Owen's undergrad days back at Berkeley. He was okay at classical mechanics. He came into his own later on in Quantum I and II.

home, sick

by erin
Marcus has been battling a nasty cold for the last few days, and yesterday I caught it too. This means our activities today involve trying to recover while, at the same time, harnessing Owen's seemingly boundless energy. During Mar-Mar's nap, we constructed our tallest tower yet.
All this typing has made me tired... think it's time to sleep on the couch while O-man watches Milo & Otis for the 800th time.