Don't speak to me when i'm eating breakfast

Fresh conception

Walk on, children

Half a week after returning home from a week of teaching, singing, and catching up with olde and neue friends, i feel i still haven't recovered. We're trying to figure out where to go from here. I tend to lean toward making to-do lists. That may not be a bad move, but i've got a strong sense that it's about time to be still and listen before making any major decisions. Who knows, maybe the answers will reveal themselves in the crude whimsical drawings of a soon-to-be-four-year-olde.

Most likely.

This little dude's just figuring things out...

Five (hundred)

"The Triplets on Their Fifth Birthday"

by Baby Jane (ink and crayon)

Many many many years ago, i set out to make some sort of interweb presence what would serve as a platform for thoughts and observations to be shared with someone and no one in particular. 

Mission accomplished, right? 

In this little corner of the blogosphere, i've shared revelations, posted farewell letters, hosted podcasts, sung the praises of peanut butter toast, bragged about friends, announced new projects and babies, remembered loved ones who have passed on to the other side of death, rambled on about music we love (maybe most notably young mc), recounted travel adventures, introduced the magic of pingu, failed at properly labeling posts, constructed mixtapes, and peeked into sketchbooks. 

It's been a weird thing - this web blawgh thing. At times, i've felt an inexplicable obligation to post crap on here; at other times, i've stumbled upon something that clearly must be shared with the universe. Why? Who can say for sure? I do know that the very few of you who actually follow what we've got going on over here have kept me doing this five hundred times. So raise a glass/mug/carrot to you and let's see if we've got five hundred more left in us. Cheers.

This many

Swinging for the fence

Thanks to the inspiration provided by our pal, juli from cordinated, this dude will tell them how it is.

We make signage suitable for framing. Also, we sell tee shirts, just so you know, in case that wasn't clear.

Dr. Grabbyhands is moving up to the bigs as he makes the jump from the mommy juice right to gumming giant crispy bites of apple.

  

Baby jane has been acquainting herself with the game of baseball as we stay up late watching the Cards pound milwaukee into the ground to practice for the series against texas. Are we being too presumptuous?

The onesie

Duckbilled rambler, as worn by doctor james.