Monday, January 30, 2012

a child of the age

"What?  How do you send a video through the mail?"

The kids were watching America's Funniest Home Videos last night.  You know how they ask for your videos in every episode?  These days most people upload them from whatever, but it seems they still give a snail mail address for the more techno-challenged types.  So Michael was a bit confused when they got to the part about "or, you can mail your video to (xyz address)."  I explained to him how back in the stone age when the show first came out, you had to send them VHS tapes through the mail!  At least he knows what VHS tapes are, but it was another Oy, I Feel Old moment.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

1st 3D movie

Nate and I saw Beauty and the Beast in 3D last weekend to celebrate our anniversary.  It was kinda cool, but now I'm ready to see a movie shot for 3D instead of one done retroactively.
Trombone master Michael was in another honor band on Saturday in Rochester...
And I was just watching Sesame Street with Zach (rough gig, I know).  Caught a cool spoof on Iron Chef.  Here's a condensed version...

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

when good reading is a must


"Hey.  Hello.  Over here.  Everyone?  Look at the camera!  Look happy!"
It didn't work...

Friday, January 6, 2012

oh blimey...nerd alert!

Saw this on Mark Shea's blog a few weeks ago.  Bwhaha.  I was reminded of it by a news story this a.m. - somebody in France thinks this looks appetizing:
The Dark Vador Burger.  It's being offered to coincide with the 3D release of Phantom Menace.  Looks pretty hideous to me, but I guess they eat snails and junk over there.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

12 years and 9 months straight

I was thinking...that's how long we've had at least one kid in diapers and/or pull-ups, but we're getting close to bidding the pull-ups goodbye.  Finally!  Jiggity jigging.  Zach also doesn't want to go in the nursery at church anymore so we get to enjoy his company at mass.  If he isn't sitting nicely with daddy, he's been known to lay on his back and scoot along the pew, knocking coats off.