Thankful Photos

I have a feeling that Maizie's not going to understand the concept of a "Naughty Chair" for awhile now. They are her favorite places to be.

Climbing Granny George's stairs with Cecily.

Bundling up with Dad on the chilly farm.

Bundling up with Mommy.















Snow, er, Leaf Bunny.




















Like Grandpa Like Grandson. Travis and PawPaw catch some zzzzz's.











Maizie's first ponytail (look close). Too cute. Only possible with aid of a bottle full of milk, we discovered.

Thinking Inside the Box

Happy Thanksgiving. Here's the latest from Maizie.

"Do not simply play with the toy. Become the toy."

We have a WEENER!

It's official. Maizie George is now fully weened! Woohoo. In other news, she calls me Dad and says Mama when she's hungry. Her favorite word, "Dog" has transformed into "Dojjie" and she walks when we ask her to, but never on her own. Crawling is quicker. So quick, in fact, I'm considering a leash. Almost lost her yesterday at Kinko's.

Oh, and here is her 1 year picture we took a few weeks ago. Turned out really cute. I was pretty adament about no props, but at the end we threw this in there and it ended up being the best shot. A girl and her horse.

In other news, I've been creating an online store on Etsy.com to sell the things I make. I'll share more back-story and future-story about it later, but if you can't wait another second, you can visit my store at bygeorgecreative.etsy.com. Only selling one thing right now, but I will add more later.

Daylight Wastings Time

Me no like-y the time change. I'm currently considering a move to Indiana, if only I had a hankerin' for fields of frozen corn, and if only I didn't use words like "hankerin'".

Can somebody older and wiser explain this to me? It's the dawn of winter. Days are already getting shorter and we short them by an hour?

I went for a walk last night at 6:30 and it was PITCH black out. I normally point out the trees and the birds and the other walking babies and dogs to Maizie. Last night, it was more like, "This color is called black." and "Here's a creepy van that could abduct us."

When we were in Chicago, we visited the site where some really dumb people in the 1950s (?) created Daylight Savings Time. I want to return and spit. Maybe people in the 1950s woke up at 5 a.m. to enjoy the extra hour of sun, and then came inside at 4 p.m. to cozy up by their radios, but this is the 21st Century. The Office doesn't come on until 8, and we want to be outside until 7:55.

P.S. Jason (aka. The All-Correcting One, or the Great Corrector) did some research this morning and let me know I am pitifully mis-informed. Daylight Savings Time is in the Summer and now we're on regular time. So I guess I hate regular time. And the whole clock-changing thing still makes no sense to me at all. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. Or moving to Indiana. Either one.

Speaking of Cars

1. No one was hurt except the Silver Bullet.
2. It's drivable.
3. So thankful Maizie and I weren't in the car.
4. Jason was NOT wearing a helmet. But his head is perfectly ok.

Helmets ARE Required

Well, mosquita season is over here in Texas and so Festiva season has begun. Jason has spent that last few weekends covered in the grease of his dream car--a tri-colored '88 Ford Festiva. He's at the point where he has taken the engine apart, fixed the root problem (something about a gasket? I dunno) and needs to put it all back together. He even found a buddy in Austin with a fully working Festiva who will let him come look at his car so he can figure out this last (huge) step. Godspeed, Jason.



So, that leads us to a more pressing question. Will our child(ren) ever be allowed to ride in this contraption when it's up and running? We have a car seat for it, but I'm proposing helmets as well. It's a tiny box (I call it a motorcycle-built-for-four) on roads which are filled with trucks and SUVs ten times its size.

In fact, we were driving along the highway today and spotted a Festiva pulled off on the side of the road (where else?). We're in the habit of commenting on every Festiva we see, so we took a good long look. And you'll never guess what we found on the head of the man who was driving that little piece of Jason's heaven. That's right! It was a priceless moment and confirmation that crazy men and my babies CAN and SHOULD wear helmets while Festiving.

Cheering on the Maiz(ie) and Blue

The next Mozart? Well, at least she knows who to ROOT for! And for those naysayers out there, when you can see both her hands, she was playing with her toes! Double genius! Go Big Blue!