Phone and "cheese":
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
a while ago
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Hawai'i
Friday, September 12, 2008
gone
Monday, September 8, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Atami
Not the first time O'mi has been to the beach, but the first time he set foot in the water. It was a little bewildering for the little man, but he seemed to enjoy it. (Yes, the swim trunks will probably still be roomy next summer):
Monday, August 11, 2008
Jabberwocky
On the phone and other plastic things:
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll
Monday, August 4, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
getting closer
At some point, O'mi will walk on his own. But until then, he makes do as he makes noise:
Sunday, July 20, 2008
hot
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
staying still
Sunday, June 29, 2008
diapers
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