I didn't make any New Year's resolutions this year. I can't recall the last time I did make one. Well, unless you count senior year of college when I decided being a social smoker was just lame. I had also recently returned from a four month stint in Europe and was buying ridiculously expensive designer cigarettes in a delusional belief that I was hip. Also lame. I put my college-educated brain to use and put down my über-hip European smell-like-an-ashtray habit.
Anyway, I've been meaning to write this post for a while, after Christmas, then after the new year, but I grapple off and on with writer's block. Not that I can't write *something* but I wanted to write *something to be read.* Part of the problem is I don't have any new pictures on which to build a story. My camera is with Nikon being repaired. Now there are some pictures from Christmas morning to be posted, but I still needed that hook.
I promise to get back to my usual posts and pictures soon. As soon as I get my camera back and I find that silly hook. Just don't call it a resolution. I don't make those.
Until then, some wildly adorable pictures of Evan from Christmas morning.
Oh, and on a side note, I'm working on a redesign of my watermark. I'm still not crazy about it though. Love it? Hate it? Snide remarks? Have a better idea? Let me hear it!
The best part about this is that the dog has already sniffed out the chocolate in the stocking.
Then Evan goes in to find it.
He didn't even wait until we took the paper out of the cup before trying out his new Mickey sipster.
"Here, Dad, let me help you with this."
Here he is playing with his new recycling truck, or as we call it, the hippie truck. Evan loves this thing. He can recycle different materials (cards) into a slot on top of the truck, and the truck will sing:
"Paper starts with P. Can starts with C. Recycle starts with R, but it really starts with me." I work in environmental reporting and my eyes still rolled to the back of my head. Bunch of yuppies working at Fisher-Price these days.