Mondays Missives

• Say Bob Loblaw Law Blog 5 times fast. idea stems from arrested development episode




• Fun, isn't it!




• I'm easily amused.




• Recently took the baby on a walk down the street to the pond. We've gone ever since he was born but, I think this is the first time he walked all the way. He got muddy and threw rocks in the water. It was blissful. The neighbors smiled and waved as they drove by.


• There's tadpoles by the thousands in there already.



• He's not quite two and uses simple sentences: "I go outside." "It's in there." "Pretty flower." "I want bath."



• He's getting a fire truck pedal car soon. It has removable ladders, a bell and a tank you pump up and he can spray water from a hose. I can't wait!



• Ahem, well, purely for the educational value to the child of course!



• Man, it's going to be cool.

Friday's Dispatch

• Letourneau, the Seattle teacher convicted of raping one of her students met the boy when he was in second grade and they began having sex when he was 12.
• That first detail had escaped me and makes the crime seem that much worse.
• I knew one of my friends bought a mountain bike last year- I remember him saying something about it but, didn't recall any details. I saw it when I worked on a lawnmower for his wife recently. It's a beautiful Trek, probably a 1000 dollar bike (maybe more) before he started throwing accessories at it.
• Couldn't prove it by me he's ever been on it.
• For breakfast yesterday I had 4 cups of coffee and a Dr Pepper. For lunch a steak, mashed potatoes and sauteed mushrooms with buttered sourdough rolls and sweet tea. For supper sliced brisket, garlic mashed potatoes and red beans with sweet tea.
• I think my left ventricle just exploded.
• And my pancreas just fell out.
• Zac came to me with a broken toy yesterday and said," Hir, bwoke- fix- dad- pwease." Pretty good for a guy that's not quite two years old.
• Huh, "hir", "bwoke" and "pwease" get flagged by my spellcheck- that's crazy.
• Another Zacism that just crossed my mind: he doesn't like having his hair messed with sometimes and while absentmindedly running my fingers through his hair the other day he said," Uh, uh- weave my harr awone, pwease!"