You want the word on the street? Talk to Applesauce...

OK, I really need to accept that we will not find our camera. I need to bite the bullet and buy a new digital camera soon. Our friends are having babies and Henry is just about walking and we gots no camera. I went down to the friendly Forest Lake pawn shop thinking I might find a deal on a used or stolen camera and they were all old and ridiculously overpriced -- like $120 for a 1.6 megapixel camera the size of a breadbox. No can do.

This is an old picture of Henry. It reminds me of the movie Mask -- the cool one with Sam Elliot and Cher, not the lame one. There is a scene in the movie where the deformed guy looks in an amusement park mirror and looks normal and has a revalation. In Henry's case, I think he is having the revelation that he is completely awesome and there is nothing anyone can do to change it.

So... Henry can take about a step or two if properly encouraged. The general concensus is that he will be walking in no time.

Henry has been running a fever the past few days and hasn't been sleeping through the night so good.

He was at his new daycare for the first full week. This place charges only slightly less per month than our old house payment. I get about three hours tops of face time per day with the little dude if I am lucky. I don't like it.

We have given Henry a new nickname. We call him Applesauce. It is like his street hustler name. He likes applesauce and that's what we call him.

We break ground on the house on Monday and get the footings started on Tuesday. I think this house stuff is another decent reason to have a camera.




I can relate to this picture because I have, only recently, conquered my addiction to the cruel and seductive mistress known as Eddy's Grand Cookie Dough Ice Cream. I still might do it on the weekends from time to time -- but never during the week...

I promise to get a camera soon.