Where's the penny?

Ava's latest joke goes a little something like this...

She holds out both of her hands, balled up into little fists.

Ava: Where's the penny?

Unsuspecting Adult (aka "the mark"): Your right hand?

Ava: No (she opens her right hand to show there is nothing there)

Unsuspecting Adult: OK, how about your left hand?

Ava: Ta-da! (she opens her left hand to reveal... nothing)  I don't have a penny!!


(end scene)

She thinks this is pretty funny.

Here she is workshopping new routines with her comedy mentor:

(PS-Yes, we are still having techno-malogical issues. These pictures were taken and sent to us by someone with fine photo skills. Thank you, Kim!)

At Least He Know's He's Three

Alexander likes the song "Proud to be an American"... except when he belts it out, he has his own take on things:

"And I’m proud to be an American,
where at least I know I’m three."




Technical issues continue. Pictures/videos someday soon. I swear it.

D'oh!!!

I'm beginning to think this is divine intervention... although, I didn't think God even read Our Dumb Blog. I mean, I followed Him on twitter for a while but His tweets were always so high and mighty. Also, He had an annoying habit of ending every tweet with "LOL", which got annoying.

But, anyway... here is the deal. Our camera is broken. Yeah, so never mind about those promised adorable pictures and video.

*sigh*

This dumb blog is officially on a dumb hiatus.

Thingie Located!

So I have finally located a thing for the deal so that I can download pictures on this here computer. Get ready to pop some popcorn and season to taste because next week we'll have lots of pictures and videos to share.

Here's a helpful tip and timesaver from ODB. If you don't have time to read the news online (or if you are are a member of the elderly or fan-of-antiquities demographic, something called a "newspaper"), you might find that reading t-shirts will keep you reasonably up-to-date on world events. Works for me!

Party Pooper

Ava and Alexander like to turn on the radio and yell "Dance Party!" while swaying/hopping/rolling around to the music.

Yesterday, Ava turned on the radio. She said "Dance party!" and started dancing. Tim started dancing too. "Nooo!" Ava said, "Daddy's too big to dance!" Tim, refusing to let the words of a not-yet-two-year-old put an end to his groove, kept dancing.

Ava was not pleased. She stopped dancing, curled her lower lip into a pout, and plopped down on the floor with her arms folded. She looked at her Daddy and said very slowly, and with great emotion, "The party is OVER."





PS- pictures coming soon. Fer real. Still haven't unpacked the cable that connects that one thing to that other deal.