Posted by fabricpile Mon, 20 Aug 2007 15:30:00 GMT
If finally dug up a few old photos of Kira’s real first day of school.
His best parlor trick about this time was telling Kira’s teachers at the International School that he could speak French. Then he’d say “French Toast!” in an excellent (and therefore hysterical) fake French accent.
Posted by joek Sat, 17 Feb 2007 04:14:00 GMT
Kira, Mark, Henry & Emma had never met Underdog! I remember coming home from kindergarten to eat a grilled cheese sandwich and watch Underdog, Sweet Polly Purebred, and … a suicide bomber?
Posted by fabricpile Mon, 22 Jan 2007 18:30:00 GMT
It seems that when Joe was a kid, he watched too much Underdog and not enough Rocky & Bullwinkle.
He didn’t know what the WABAC Machine was. And I married him thinking he was a geek. Sheesh!
Check it out: Mr. Peabody and Sherman are coming to the big screen!
Posted by fabricpile Mon, 22 Jan 2007 15:29:00 GMT
It might sound crazy to get all nostalgic about the days when we lived in an older Detroit suburb, but there were things we could do there that just aren’t possible here on the prairie.
One of the best things about living in Berkley was being just a few blocks away from Westborn Market.
Kira, Max (I can’t think of toddler Max as Mark) and I used to pull the wagon over to Westborn—even in the winter—and bring back wonderful fruits and vegetables. The produce guys could always tell you exactly where the fruits originated and were honest about when they were a good buy.
I also miss the days when my tiny blonde co-pilot would pipe up from her car seat as we got ready to drive to Auntie’s house, “Mommy, today I want to be the one who says, ‘MOVE IT, BUDDY!’”
And if we still lived in Berkley, I would be able to tell my soon-to-be-driving daughter, “Sweetie, you don’t need your license! You can walk wherever you need to go!”
