She dictated this story quite a while ago now, and it’s been magnetted to the fridge. It’s high time to share it with the world. Enjoy!
Cinderella and the Dragon
Once upon a time, there was a princess named Cinderella. She went to the ball, and danced with her husband, the prince. And then the fire-breathing dragon came! Next, the fairy godmother came and brought two rings that Cinderella had to choose from to make the dragon royal and nice. And then the butterflies dropped some earrings for the dragon. And then the magical, fire-breathing dragon turned Cinderella and the prince into frogs.
The End.
Here’s something to tide all you grandparents over until after Brassapalooza and Gen Con, when we’re sure to ramp back up to our usual not blogging ways once more. Enjoy!
Our little boy turned two, um, about a month ago. I finally posted pictures to Flickr. Check ‘em out!
Okay, so he had his first haircut on March 30th. We know we haven’t been blogging. Blogging is hard. Look! Here are some pictures!
We’re getting ready to head to Seattle Center for the St. Patrick’s Day Dash, and as I look outside I can’t help but notice that it’s snowing. Well, here’s to suddenly reduced crowds!
"You know what? I have a destiny!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! My destiny is to do art! And you know what?"
"What?"
"And when I’m a grownup I’ll do a play about Star Wars and if you’re still alive you can be in it and you can be a good guy and you can be a boy or a girl, whichever you want! And you know what? I’ll be in the play, too, and I’ll be a princess."
We’ve clearly been slacking on our blogging duties. I logged in just now on a whim, and the new interface from the last upgrade I performed looks completely foreign to me, almost as if I’ve never seen it. Ahem.
We’ve got some photos to post and we’ve been doing lots of stuff. I hope to start getting caught up. Not tonight, though. Time for bed.
Zoey is in the living room testing out my speakers which didn’t work earlier. Audioslave and Show Me How To Live was the testing song of choice. Imagine rock music coming out of tiny speakers.
Zoey: "Can you turn that down, please. I am trying to read."
Daddy: Speechless.
“That’s not a van. This is a van.”
–Eric Sass
