Anything with "micro" at the beginning is presumably cooler. San Francisco and its microclimate. Socially responsible capitalists and microfinance. Jack Donaghy and microwaves. So, in light of this coolness, here is a quick microglance at the latest adventures.
Ava
Ava
Brennan and I were looking at youtube videos on the floor (yes, midget wrestling) and Ava would not stop hitting the keyboard on the laptop. After removing her hand and giving her a firm "no no" several times, she finally learned the lesson, stopped and crawled away (actually, crooked crab-walked away). After about 2 minutes she returned, looked directly at me, and proceeded to pound on the keyboard...with her foot.
Zoe
Zoe woke up the other morning singing a song:
Eenie meenie miney moe
Catch a tiger by his toe
If he rattles in his mole
Eenie meenie miney moe
Brennan and Zoe
We got snowed in during our trip home over Christmas, so all of the cousins decided to have a sleepover at my parents to celebrate the spontaneously prolonged vacation. I was selected to sleep on the couch in the room where all the kids had created their sleeping space on the floor. At about 6:30 am the following morning I was awakened by Carter (the oldest cousin) who claimed that someone had peed on him. I ignored this claim, until 45 seconds later he changed his tune to "someone threw up on me." Assuming that he was mistaking a puddle of kiddie slobber for the two aforementioned bodily functions, I asked him where the fluid in question was located. He pointed to a spot on the blanket covering all four children, and in my half lucid state guided only by the soft natural light of daybreak I let me hand fall into the area Carter had identified. Upon first touch, I was no less sure it was puke then when I sniffed my fingers for confirmation. Unmistakably vomit. I commanded all the kids to stand up, then I inspected them one by one--looking for dried vomit on the face, smelling breath, you know, that sort of normal thing. From there we proceeded to inspect everyone else in the house...to no avail. Someone had blown great holy chunks all over a group of sleeping children and we had no idea who it was. It remains unsolved to this day. Kari maintains that it was Johnny, but I'm not convinced. Brennan still talks about it as if it were a new ride at Disney World and Zoe gets a disgusted look on her face and turns slightly green when it is mentioned. Nothing says Merry Christmas like mystery vomit.
