The Prodigal Son Returns

For the last few weeks I took a brake from blogging while I pondered whether I wanted to continue with it. My life and time on the internet seemed to be taking over more and more time that I should have been spending with the boys, K8, and my real life obligations. Then it turned out, during my little hiatus, I didn't actually get any more done. I just brooded and sulked instead of actively seeking out new adventures and discoveries for me to post about. So, I have returned... or the blog has returned... or, well, I'm not sure if the blog is my prodigal son or if I'm actually the one returning. Either way, here is a quick recap of what I didn't post over the last few weeks:

A good time was had at the lake. Q fell off the dock. K8, Grandpa Doug, and I went for an awesome helicopter ride.

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Ozzi got a much needed haircut.

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Q helped K8 and I celebrate 7 blissful years of marriage.

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Q started preschool.

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Ozzi continues the cycle of abuse at the hands of family furniture. Q still has a nice scar on his lip from his bout with the train table.

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We discovered a farmer at the St. Paul Farmers Market with the best damn Honeycrisp Apples on the planet.

Siji Kids just launched their online store.

Pumpkin Girl's tiesie is featured on inhabitat.

Tiny Decor, a Minneapolis, child centered version of inhabitat, finally launched their online store.

Inhabitat launches Inhabitot, a New York version of Tiny Decor without the fantastic online store.

London 2006

In the summer of 2006 we took Q to London for a week and loved it. Outside of the cost it was a great trip and we would love to go back again.

The highlights of the trip were:
The Princess Diana Memorial Playground. A must for anyone with kids. By far the coolest playground I have ever seen. Worth the tip by itself.

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Q and I getting kicked out of Westminster Abby. Long story and it's getting late so I'll have to tell that one some other time. I'll just leave you with the little montage of pictures from the trip I put together. Enjoy!

Q's going the distance. Q's going for speed!

Here's one of many videos of Q I had put together for family in the past that I will now be slowly adding to the blog.

The F Bomb

On lazy uneventful days such as these I'll be dipping into the grab bag of old stories in order to catch up on all the good stuff from our pre-blog life. Here is one of my favorite stories about Q thus far from about 6 months ago. Kids say the darndest shit!

Q and I were reading one of Q's favorite Curious George adventures. It involves fire trucks. Go figure. When we reached that inevitable peek of monkey naughtiness, Q, shaking his head, plainly comments, "Fucking Monkey." Now despite this statement being the most perfectly articulated two words that he has ever blurted out, I seriously questioned whether I had heard him correctly. "Fucking George.", again shaking his head, pointing at the little trouble making primate on the page before us. This time there was no denying what he said. There is also no doubt to the fact that he picked up this expletive from his mother's pregnancy hormones induced tirade a few day's prior in the car because I took the "wrong" entrance into the mall of america. I'm willing to take the rap for most of Q's extensive inappropriate vocabulary. "Shit" and "damn it" come to mind. But K8 is definitely the one that's to blame for this one. Fucking K8!