Dashingly Musical Pt.II

A couple more vids of little D showing the skillz to pay the billz. The kid grooves. I hope he really wants to play or sing someday.

Ramblings

Last night I played the drums for a winter ball for mentally disabled people. It's the second year I've done this and it's pretty fun for a variety of reasons: 1. mentally handicapped people love to dance! so they're very appreciative 2. The guys I play with are fun and we play standards from the 50's, 60's and 70's. Most of the time we just jam. 3. I get a microphone! Yep, they let me sing. I know I'm not a tremendous singer, but I can hang in that crowd.

I also brought Dash with me. We played 2 sets that were 45min-1hour. The first set, Dash sat off to the side of the stage and watched us play and watched the people dance. He was perfect. During the second set, he came up onto the stage and sat down next to me and hung out until the last 3 songs. Our last 3 were pretty lively (Last Train to Clarksville, Johnny B Goode, and Takin' Care of Buisness I think) and I'm not even close to joking about this, but Dash wailed on the "air-guitar" for 3 straight songs like he was an actual member of the band! It was soooo awesome! At one point, Dash, the other 2 guitarists, and the bassist had formed a 4-person circle and were taking turns doing the leads. Dash had the fingers, the stance, the strumming and all the right moves! We were all busting up at how cool it was. Thank you Guitar Hero! (The picture of Dash jamming is from something different. But was equally as cool.)

Thanksgiving this year was bittersweet. My mom's family was all together, cousins included (except Karisa and her hubby and child). This has maybe happened once in the last 8-9 years or so I think. So that was great. Really great. An answer to a prayer I've been praying for about 8-9 years now. I really do have a great family. But Dash and Kaed were in Arizona with Leah and some of her family. Everyone was there except them. With Kaed, there was always an expectation of "every-other" holiday, but not with Dash. This was the "first" real holiday since Leah left and I had more than a couple moments. I can understand why some people hate the holidays. They can be awesome, and they can be awesomely depressing too. Next up....Christmas!....

Keith Lee gave me a Christmas light star for my house. I have it hanging off my deck and it can be seen from pretty far away. Thank you Keith!

A student is letting me borrow her Twilight books... I don't feel a huge burning need to read these books (they're big!), but it's all I hear about at school! So I'll give it a shot. I'll try anything twice.

Do you serve crabs here?

So I caught crabs on V.D. (Vet's Day). Lots of them. So many in fact, that I played Santa Crabs and gave a bunch of people crabs when I got back. Man, that's some good meat. I think I might go back tomorrow too. I stayed down at Ft.Stevens in Hammond, OR. with my coaching buddies Pat and Bob. The first night I slept with Pat and while laying in bed, the following conversation may or may not have actually happened:

Pat- "Mamma Mia was a tough one to sit through."

Andy - "Oh man, I hated that movie! Just when you think you're going to get some dialogue, here comes another song!"

Pat - "And Pierce Brosnan can't sing."

(. . . long pause . . .)

Andy - "I love The Sound of Music. . ."

Nothing like a little "guy-time" to purge the system.

This is really sweet. About 12:45 AM last night, Dash crawled into my bed - which is no small feat now that I have a brand new twin that my buddy Brent gifted me. Anyway, I asked him why he was in here and if anything was wrong and he said, "No, I wanna sleep with you." He has slept with me at times before, when my bed was bigger, but he never makes a midnight bed swap. Then he snuggles up to me and says, "Daddy hold my hand." So I did, and that's how we fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later because he had successfully taken over the bed so I moved to the floor.

Reveal and Reciprocate

As the King Blogger of this site, I feel it important that you Blogees know whom you serve here. Some things you may not know about me:

1. I love a good Creme Soda, but I don't like soda pop in general - but I always have some at home.

2. Maybe it's not too suprising, but if it's got cheese in it (real or artificial), I'm probably going to eat it. Same for sausage too.

3. Crabbing is my new favorite past-time. I'm going next week.

4. Before I had decided to become a teacher, I wanted to work at a zoo or SeaWorld. No lie.

5. Dash hasn't responded well to the couple times I've spanked him, but if I tell him to go to his room he will - even if he's in mid-temper-tantrum. It's hilarious really, but I'm thankful.

6. In my life, I've had a bunch of different creatures for pets: fish, frogs, snakes, salemanders, dogs, cats, praying mantis and I've been close to getting a skink and a bird. I think it's a very boy-ish thing to do. I'll even grab creatures outside around the house just so I can show Kaed or Dash.

7. I've never bungie jumped, but I have jumped off bridges.

8. I've never been to Spain, but I kinda like the music.

9. I love that my 2 favorite shows from my childhood have been remade into movies - GIJoe and A-team.

10. I got told I look like Dane Cook again for the 2nd time in 2 weeks. I guess he's sort of funny (Employee of the Month cracked me up a bit) so I didn't take offense. So if you're keeping track at home, since I've been a teacher, I've been compared to Dane Cook, John Cusak, Johnny Depp (?) and Ray freaking Liotta (!). And one Latino student asked me if I was Latino. I said, "Of course."

The other day Dash was playing Halo on the xbox. Yes, he's actually playing it. Not very well, but he can move the guy around and shoot the gun near where the aliens are. Anyway, he was so locked into the game that he didn't get up to go to the bathroom so he peed his pants. When asked why, he said that he wanted to play. He'd rather pee himself than stop playing his game! Should I be concerned or proud? That, my friends, is dedication.

All Hallow's Eve.... 2009

This year for Halloween, Kaed was BumbleBee (from Transformers) and Dash was Yoda (from StarWars) - or YoDash as I like to call him. Good costumes this year!

We also did a bit o' Jack-o-lantern carving as well. Kaed gave me a picture of how he wanted his to look and I carved it for him. He did get to scoop out the guts of the pumkins though - and he loved it. Dash was sick when we did this so his punkin reflected it. It's too bad we get like 3 trick-or-treaters because our carvings are nice.

Yet another sign that Dash is Andy's kid... He picks his fingernails. Constantly. In my life, I can honestly say I've NEVER done 2 things that you may find odd - especially at age 32: I've never ironed a shirt/pant, and I've never once used fingernail clippers (for my fingers anyway). I've always picked my fingernails off as long as I can remember. Not chew though - that'd be gross. Gramma Gloria and Mom can vouch. I still do it. Some of you may find this to be a little gross or annoying, but for me it's quite convenient. Don't worry, I throw them away. There are few things worse than stepping on a finger/toe nail! Awck! (I just gagged) At least I'm responsible about it. And now Dash does it. I don't necessarily like the fact he is doing this, but I can't exactly be bummed about it either.

Quick, what's the best Halloween candy? Answer: anything that is regular or Super size! "Fun" size is neither fun nor is it NOT a complete rip-off. Discuss.... (if you just docked me points because I used a double-negative then you're a nerd Dad and you need to let it go) And it's too bad we live in a day where home-made carmel'd apples and popcorn balls have to get tossed. I always like those.

Now, what is the WORST Halloween candy? For me it's a cold BigHunk bar. The worst. Not because of it's taste, but because it's nearly impossible to eat when it's cold! It's to the point now where if I see a BigHunk (anywhere) I get enraged. You'd think I'd love them since they named it after me . . . At least a Bit-o-Honey are bite size so you can suck on them for a minute.

I confess, I have an unhealthy addiction . . . to McDonald's french fries. I need help. Seriously. It hasn't affected my weight (yet) but I fear what my BP might be. I'm lovin' it - a little too much.

Speaking of nerds, this is my costume this year. Can you guess what I am? . . . That's right, I'm a Binomial Product! Or a Factored Trinomial - whatever you prefer. I just walk around saying, "Hi, I'm Bi." Got some funny looks... Thanks again for the shirt, whichever brother got it for me! (click on the picture to see it's details)

See you guys later. I'm off to hunt for a #2 (that's code for a QP with C meal at the golden arches).

The Force is strong with this one.
Coolest straw ever. The boys were dying with laughter! Me too...

B.D.

Today I subbed for a teacher today (for one class period) and it was a Behavior Disorder class. Rough class dynamics, all seemed to have ADHD, were extremely immature, were underclassmen, and the littlest things would set them off. In a 50 minute class period many things happened (some of which I cannot type on this "family" oriented blog). First thing when I walked in a kid says, "Oh my GOSH! It's Dane Cook!" and I was 'Dane' for the rest of the period. There was also a kid with a black leather Guns & Roses biker jacket - it was totally awesome - circa Appetite for Destruction.
If children are our future, we're in big trouble...

New Stuff

I've done some things in the last few months that I never have done before. Some I'll even mention here! New things can be fun, and a little scary. Here are just a few:

1. Paid admission to watch a KHS football game.

2. Saw a Homecoming half-time show

3. Own a gun - very fun by the way. Should have gotten one a long time ago.

4. Paid for a haircut.

5. Took Dash bowling (see below)

Those are the highlights. There's been some new crummy things too, but who wants to hear about those?

Getting old...

How come everytime I throw out a movie quote from Wayne's World, or Billy Madison, or What About Bob, or Goonies in any of my classes NO ONE responds or gets it?
Testing....testing
Is this thing on?

Phinally, some fotos!

I recently went wakeboarding with some friends (thanks Medina's!) and got a bunch of cool pictures from those outings (thanks Aaron and Lachelle!). I share, with you...

Ever wonder what it looks like when do don't quite pull off a backflip (all day long)? Now you do.

Dash is hilarious about water. He loves being in it, but hates getting into it. Notice how his hair is dry?
This is Dash and Christy doing their best Jack and Rose (Titanic) impression.("It feels like I'm flying!") Then he had to pee. (To a man, the world is his outhouse.)

If you were in gradeschool, and you knew you were getting your picture taken, and your little brother was sitting in front of you, what would you do??? . . . BUNNY EARS!

Dead time.

On nights when I'm home by myself, I really need to find something productive to do. Last night, I watched I Love You Man, drank pomegranate juice, carved about 3 inches off my Tillamook Baby Loaf, and went to bed around midnight. I need a hobby or something. My xbox is sort of on the fritz too so scratch that.

I'm open to suggestion.

This morning, a student of mine brought me a rice-crispy treat, only it was made out of Fruity Pebbles. Dee-lish. Education has come a long ways since the days of bringing your teacher an apple.

Today's devotional

I read Pastor Steve Parrish's Life Devotions frequently and this was a sentence that popped out to me today:
"Every great miracle has a history as to why it was so desperately needed."
Miracles are miracles because they come in times of desperation or hopelessness. For me, I think that when I am desperate, I am the most willing for change and direction. Anything to get me out of my state of desperation - and coincidentally, it's usually when Christ speaks to me the most clearly. Actually, it's probably more that I am probably hearing Him more intently. God wants a willing heart right? Why is it that I have to experience difficulty and hardship to really focus on Him? Why am I most willing when faced with desperation? Maybe the miracles in my life wouldn't be so miraculous if I was little more focused when things are good. Thankfully, Christ never tires coming to my rescue - and I'm grateful for His perfect-ness.

HIS love for me and how I need to give that to others is something I'm learning and re-learning every day.

Ode to Fred.

I have a friend whom I've known for the past 4-5 years now that really wants to get into my blog, which I suppose is better than him getting in my wallet! Hey-oh! (Badum-ching!) I've coached with him, played bball with him, and even hung out socially with him. His name is Fred Sunday. "Hot Fudge" was very quick to point out in a previous blog that I failed to mention his presence when we shot up some stuff with guns. His comment to me was, "why didn't you say I was there? You're dead to me." I'm not an unreasonable man. I neither asked for, nor did I desire to anger my friend to the point of death of relationship. So Fred this is for you:
Fred is the man. When he was a linebacker for the Simon Frasier Klansmen, he was the man. When he coaches, he's the man. When he's hooping it up or lifting weights, he's the man. His baby boy Alexander Norman Charles Sunday (the correct order escapes me), or Xander, is the man. Even his wife Jackie is the man. He's so far above us, we're like ropes hanging off the Goodyear Blimp (movie quote anyone?). And I'm sorry for failing to mention the man when we went shooting.

Some wakeboarding pictures will be up soon.

Bustin Caps & Subbing For Dummies

Yesterday, my buddy Brad came up to my house with an insert from his bullet-proof vest. Guess what we did with it? Shot it. A few times. And guess what else? The tightly woven, nylon looking material stood up to both the practice rounds and the defense rounds. Awesome. Then I told Brad, "Ok, I'm going to duct-tape this thing to my chest and you shoot me from 10 yards away - just lemme finish my 7th beer here first - and KAED! GET THE VIDEO CAMERA!" Just kidding.

We also shot: an avacado (sweet), a cantelope (small entry, but blew out the back), and a cow femur (thanks Gish!). We were comparing what the differences in 9mm practice rounds vs defense rounds (hollow-point) would do to various things. Kaed and Dash watched safely from their bedroom window. They thought it was awesome, I thought it was science. But isn't science always awesome? I want on Mythbusters!

Here's an old story out of the "dumb things Andy has done" file. Let me preface it with this: a couple days ago one of our asst. principals sent an email out reminding teachers of a fire drill we'd be having the next day. One of our teachers replied to him that the drill was during her prep period and she'd be pumping at that time (she's a new mom). But, on accident she hit the "reply all" icon and let everyone in the building know that she'd be breastpumping during the fire drill. Yes, she was mortified. Anyway, that reminded me of a time a few years ago when I called a buddy of mine to substitute for me at school. The deal was that teachers could call in a sub on the district sub-line, could request specific subs, and leave messages for them. Well, I called Ryan to sub for me and left a message that was only supposed to be heard by him... My message consisted of a lot of heavy breathing and me saying something like, "I want you to work for me," in a disguised voice. Nothing terribly innappropriate, but unfortunately for me, Ryan couldn't take the job - so the message circulated through the entire sub system! I had no idea until I got called to the main office during class. When I walked into the office our head secretary was nearly in tears from laughing, the principal too, and the other secretary, and the ASB secretary and 2 other teachers - because our head secretary had played and replayed it over and over (she will remain nameless but her name rhymes with Mellen Skreet)... I felt pretty dumb, but was glad everyone was laughing about it instead of firing me.

1st day of school, again.

Today is my 27th first day of school. You'd think I'd be a little less nervous at this point.
Wow. 27. . .
Today is Kaed's 3rd. We had his orientation on Monday and found that he sits next to one of his best buddies - Josh Webb. We'll see how that goes. . .
I'm not coaching football this year for the first time. I miss it because I love to do it, but with the things going on in my life I didn't feel like it was very wise. Better to be around whenever I can right now. No FCA either - and that sort of bums me out too, but absolutely no regrets. Dad, teacher, and part time recreational 30-something bball player. Plenty on my plate. We'll see about track later.

I remember, vividly, my first day of school at Coweeman (jr. high). I was rockin' a white t-shirt that said in bold (black and pink) letters "Just say YO", tapered gray pants, and a brand new pair of black and white British Knights shoes. I still think they might have been the coolest, most comfortable shoes I've ever owned... Oh, and I had a crew-cut flat top.
Sweet.

Quick.

So I was at Paula and Elten's house awhile ago (aunt and uncle who built next to me), and before we ate dinner, we sang the Doxology. Man, it had been a really long time since I had last done that. It takes me back to my youth and Emmanuel Lutheran Church. Who does that anymore? I only know of one other - Guy Penrod from the Gaither Vocal Band. His family does.

BTW, I went back and paid for my 'dine and dash' meal 2 days later.

The Doxology:
Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above ye Heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Amen.

And there's the Lemiere/Nordstrom dinner version too - and it varies a little from the actual hymn:
Be present at our table Lord,
Be here and everywhere adored,
These mercies bless and grant that we,
May strengthen for thy service be.
Amen.

I was introduced to Christian Artist Misty Edwards last spring and her album Relentless is becoming one of my all-time favorites. In fact, if I were stranded on an island and could only take 3 CD's with me, it'd probably be one of them.

Potpurri

I don't know when, but I'll get some pictures up on here as soon as I can.

Today I walked out of a Sherry's Resturant without paying for my meal. And I did it on purpose. I forgot my wallet in my truck (I didn't drive there), so I nonchalantly walked out. I'd never done that before and I was a little nervous. A few hours later I went back and took care of it though.

I watched a concert of Robert Plant recently and he looks like he could be a long lost brother of my great uncle Don. They aren't dead on for each other, but there's definitely an eerily slight resemblance.

I finally did get a bottle opener... just in case. I don't want to repaint my kitchen ceiling 2-3 times a year when I happen to have wine.

At what point does it be come socially ackward for Dash to run around naked? It's funny and cute still, but I don't know how much longer he's got.

Today is my official 1st day back to work (kids next week). I have a Steve Largent jersey hanging in my room and I'm pretty sure none of my students will know who he is - nor will they recognize who is on my Dr. J poster.

Kaed starts 2nd grade this year and turns 8 in 2 weeks! Geez. How'd he get so old so fast?

When Dash doesn't want to something, he'll often fake an injury. It's hilarious. {Me} "Dash, go get your shoes." {Dash, dropping to the ground} "Knee urth (hurts) daddy, you do it." If it has to do with food, it'll be his tummy that 'urth'. If something goes wrong, be likes to blame some body part. I forsee him being a great professional soccer player. Or an Argentinian basketball player (I can't stand Manu!).

Family Trip

This week the Lemiere's went to Eagle Crest for a family trip. We haven't taken one with everybody in a long time - a really long time. We golfed, rode bikes (Kaed has been impressive in his newfound bike riding abilities), swam, tennis, spray park, played card/board games, took naps and ate a lot of good food.

Dash has been busting us up all week. He swims now - with the help of an inflated donut - all by himself. He smeared some pink washable ink on his face one night and looked like he put on some eye shadow. He golfed for the first time on an 18 hole putt-putt course and knows the difference between taking a full swing and tapping it in - or as he says "tappy in". Dad gave him some deoderant too and loves to make everyone smell his pits. Very cute, but kinda gross. Oh, and Kaed announced, with all seriousness, that he can't wait to get armpit hair. Why? Who knows.

Amber and Dash seemed to have bonded a bit too this week. In the past, he's been kind of stand-off-ish toward her, but he seems to be content to hang out with her now. Which is good. Maybe it's because he felt bad for her because she walked full steam into a screen door and exfoliated her face. I don't know?

Kaed's had a good week here. Along with riding his bike very well, he's been an excellent swimmer. He's also tried new foods without much complaint - which is good because he can be picky at times. And most importantly, he's been a great big brother this week! He and Dash and Amber went running through the sprinkler's last night on the golf course and they were screaming and giggling the whole time.

Man hood and blunders

This has been a big week for Kaed's progress in his manhood, and mine in fatherhood. This week, Kaed learned to ride a bike, sans training wheels. One day he absolutely couldn't do it, the next day he was riding all over the place. I'm very proud of him. Just in time too because we're going to be doing some serious bike riding down at Eagle Crest next week. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind is the slight insecurity about not being able teach him to swim, but fortunately Jon (his dad) is much more pool-savy than I.

I tried to open a bottle of red wine the other day with a screwdriver. Why a screwdriver? Because I don't have a bottle opener. I'm not much of a wine guy so I had to MacGyver the cork out. Turns out, a screwdriver is a bad idea. What happened was that I pushed the cork so hard that it actually went all the way into the bottle creating quite a bit of pressure inside. As soon as the cork was submerged, a geyser of red wine shot out Old-Faithful style over everything! All over me, my friend, my kitchen, and even my ceiling (but I didn't catch that until the next day when it had already stained it...). Learn from this: phillips screwdrivers are bad when trying to fanagle a cork out of it's bottle.

So I had a Pampered Chef party at my house last night . . . (of all the things I thought I'd never say...) and it was pretty fun. 34 people. Good food and good times.

I heard this line the other day given to me by one of my friends, "Scattegories (the board game) is like 2nd base for Christian chicks." Totally cracked me up though I'm not sure what he meant nor am I exactly sure what "2nd base" is. Made me laugh though.

Hero, x2

Good to be back. I'll try to be on this with a little regularity, but as I don't have internet at home, it may be tough. I've been encouraged byt some to get back to writing/blogging.

Yesterday Dash, Kaed, and little brother Eric and I went down to the Cowlitz River to get out of the heat. It's safe for the boys there as long as you don't get out too far into the river (big drop-off). Well, there were 2 people swimming down river, a late 30's dad and a daughter of about 11-12. They were trying to swim back into the shallow area but the river got ahold of them and began taking them down river at a pace to quick to overcome. Daughter was scared and tired. Dad was too. Dad began yelling "HELP" which only scared daughter more.

At the first 'help', I jumped into action. I quickly ran to our stuff and grabbed Dash's little life vest and booked it into the river Hasselhoff-style (the Baywatch theme "I'll be ready!" was playing in the background of my mind - no lie ). Eric was parallelling them as deeply as he could waiting for them to be close enough to reach out and grab them. As I ran out to them, I chucked the small life vest to the daughter perfectly! It hit her right in the chest while swiftly moving with the current. Joe Montana couldn't have thrown it better. [At this time I'd like to ask a trivia question. Those that really know me will get it: Which hand did I throw that life jacket with? The answer is at the bottom of the post.] Anyway, the life vest is really small, but as soon as the daughter had it she relaxed a bit, but wasn't any closer. That's when Eric swam out to her (foolish? hero?) and swam her in. I also had grabbed a stick (which I thought was longer when I grabbed it, but ended up being pretty short - good thing I'm used to that...). When Eric was close enough to me, he grabbed the stick, the girl grabbed him, the dad grabbed her, and all were pulled in.

Dad was thankful (although he very macho-ly claimed that he was fine the whole time - whatever man) and daughter was crying. So, like it was no big deal, Eric and I went back to playing catch with Dash and Kaed. It was a pretty strange feeling really. I mean, Eric and I legitimately saved their lives (they were screwed if we didn't get them) and our heartbeats hardly raised a beat. Crazy. Kaed asked us what we were doing and we calmly said, "Just saving lives."

Answer: the left.

Just a Dash off the top

3 days before his 2nd birthday, Dash got his first haircut.

Still not much hair. . .

The beginning of the end?

I'm shutting down the blog for awhile. I'll let you know if I ever get back into it.



Much love,



Andy

Who's got 2 thumbs and is weird?

This guy! (*thumbs pointing at himself*)

Last night, as I was watching Must Love Dogs (a good date movie, not because of the morality necessarily, but because of the verbal exchanges between Diane Lane and John Cusak - someone told me I look like him, actually a few people, and I'm not sure if it's a compliment...) Anyway, I was recalling an earlier incident that occurred in the bathroom. The boys were about to hit the sack, Kaed had just gotten out of the shower and he was brushing his teeth. I went in to check on him and I saw him putting on my deoderant. Now, on the one hand, it was cute that he was trying to be "grown up"/imitating me or his dad. But my initial reaction was that of disgust and horror. You see, I can't stand the thought of someone, anyone, using my pit-stick. Not even Kaed. It completely grosses me out. I probably over-reacted (fortunately Leah and Kaed cracked up about it). But as I sat there watching the movie, and carving chunks cheese out of a Tillamook Cheddar Baby Loaf with my steak knife (don't judge me) I realized that there are some things about me that are a little off-normal. What are some of them, you ask?

I have a huge issue with feet. I'd cut them off if I didn't need them to punt. Don't touch my feet. Don't touch me with your feet. Not even if you have socks on. Especially if you have socks on! Don't ever wear socks in my bed either. Ugh. I'm getting nauseated thinking about it. I don't like being barefooted, especially on smooth surfaces (cold smooth concrete is the worst!). I stepped on a nail once, and a bee once, and it KILLED me. You know what the worst thing is though? If, while barefooted, I step on a toenail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I just got a huge shiver down my spine) I am now going to vomit.
I don't like touching Leah's underwear either. That weird?

*Poor Dash. He's already showing signs of being my son. Loves cheese. Loves juice. He and I could live off those two things alone. By the way, he's officially become "the little brother". He's tagging along with Kaed and his friends at every opportunity. It's really funny too. Kaed and his friend(s) will go running by and without exception, Dash is jogging along a few steps behind. Kaed is very patient with him and I think it's totally sweet.

*Kaed started basketball last weekend. His games are still hilarious.

*Murdok and Ace turned 8 on Sunday. You forgot again.

*We're a week or so from getting our occupancy for the new pad! I can't wait to have you over.

I know I haven't posted in quite awhile and much has happened. Major snow, Christmas, house stuff, major rain and the occassional school closure. I've been drumming more lately too. There's some really good worship music out there. Anyway, I could spend a lot of time writing about all those things but let's just assume we all survived it unscathed and in a happy mood. I'll overload with pictures and vids. Enjoy:

3 feet of snow, and a view of our house from my Grandma and Grandpa's.

Eric loves this video.

This is how Dash tells you he's gotta go! (potty trained at 1.5 yrs - not that I'm braggin')

Festive toothbrushes.