Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
party on wayne.. party on darth
Well we had the once annual, then bi-annual, and sometimes tri-annual Duncan party. We had a great time. So much so, in fact, maybe we may break that lie I just told in the first sentence and actually have another one this year. Really, I was just looking for an excuse to use the word "tri-annual" in casual conversation.
It was great to have a smattering of kids running around and enjoying themselves. Playing (not pooping) in the pools, eating cheetos till their eyeballs popped out and generally freaking out. Zoe had one performance of her "Make the face" routine, we'll have to post some pics of that later. But really, everyone milled, drank one or two, chatted to each other and went home. For those of you reading this that went, thanks for coming and having a good time. Or if you didn't have a good time, thanks for not telling us about it you rotten bum. If you couldn't come, you're even more rotten and can be sure we don't like you anymore. But hopefully we'll see you at the next one. Anyway, here's some pics from the party and a few the next day that are too cute not to share.
It was great to have a smattering of kids running around and enjoying themselves. Playing (not pooping) in the pools, eating cheetos till their eyeballs popped out and generally freaking out. Zoe had one performance of her "Make the face" routine, we'll have to post some pics of that later. But really, everyone milled, drank one or two, chatted to each other and went home. For those of you reading this that went, thanks for coming and having a good time. Or if you didn't have a good time, thanks for not telling us about it you rotten bum. If you couldn't come, you're even more rotten and can be sure we don't like you anymore. But hopefully we'll see you at the next one. Anyway, here's some pics from the party and a few the next day that are too cute not to share.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Fun with pictures
A big shout out to our webmaster for this highly amusing misappropriation of state time and labor...
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
party for weedeaters
Well ok. So a friend reminded me that we haven't written anything in a while. In fact, the last post was a quick one from the wife promising pictures and stories... haha, jokes on us I guess. Us Duncans do have a party coming up, so if you read this and have not gotten an invitation, myspace me, call me, email me, hire a plane to sky write me and we'll let you know whats up. I know I'm domesticated, because I'm going out to buy a weedeater for this upcoming party. A weedeater. Holy crap.
But I digress, this is a Zoe blog after all. She's doing really well. Feeling a bit of the terrible two strain but not worse for the wear. Nana (my mother) and her Chinese Pug Sissy spent the night over this past weekend, which Zoe adored. No news is good news, which is why this blog has been so inactive over the past weeks.
Quick story though, Zoe's learned the words and meaning behind "No! No!". Delightfully, she uses it every chance she gets. "Would you like some grapes Zoe? No! No!" then grape eating ensues. "Time to go to bed Zoe. No! No!" "No pooping on the floor! No! No!"-- ok, that's me. But I'm most proud of how she keeps her shoes in line. At seemingly random intervals she'll stop what she's doing, turn and point at her shoes at shout, "No!No! Shoes" like they were trying to steal her wallet. Now I'm sure there's a perfectly plausible explanation. Because you know, 1 1/2 year old girls never do anything crazy. But that's just it. The more Zoe learns to communicate, the more I realize that mankind... at its core... is completely insane.
She has no preconceived ideas about logic. Things happen, she accepts and moves on. The toilet eats poop. Granted. Water is born from the bath and the sky. Of course. Daddy yells at the tv because it's trying to steal his virginity. Absolutely. But the spaces in between is where it gets crazy. She yells at her shoes. Looking at the cat under the bed is hilarious. The primary staple food is bath bubbles. It's no wonder we can't achieve world peace, Zoe can't get along with her shoes for gods sake!
But I digress, this is a Zoe blog after all. She's doing really well. Feeling a bit of the terrible two strain but not worse for the wear. Nana (my mother) and her Chinese Pug Sissy spent the night over this past weekend, which Zoe adored. No news is good news, which is why this blog has been so inactive over the past weeks.
Quick story though, Zoe's learned the words and meaning behind "No! No!". Delightfully, she uses it every chance she gets. "Would you like some grapes Zoe? No! No!" then grape eating ensues. "Time to go to bed Zoe. No! No!" "No pooping on the floor! No! No!"-- ok, that's me. But I'm most proud of how she keeps her shoes in line. At seemingly random intervals she'll stop what she's doing, turn and point at her shoes at shout, "No!No! Shoes" like they were trying to steal her wallet. Now I'm sure there's a perfectly plausible explanation. Because you know, 1 1/2 year old girls never do anything crazy. But that's just it. The more Zoe learns to communicate, the more I realize that mankind... at its core... is completely insane.
She has no preconceived ideas about logic. Things happen, she accepts and moves on. The toilet eats poop. Granted. Water is born from the bath and the sky. Of course. Daddy yells at the tv because it's trying to steal his virginity. Absolutely. But the spaces in between is where it gets crazy. She yells at her shoes. Looking at the cat under the bed is hilarious. The primary staple food is bath bubbles. It's no wonder we can't achieve world peace, Zoe can't get along with her shoes for gods sake!
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