Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Hurricane Miller

Our house, about a year ago.

This year, as I'm sure everyone is fully aware, we were hit with a hurricane instead.
We prepared by introducing the children to Star Wars.

Bud's concern about the Rebellion...

changes to frank worry.

While we were preoccupied about the fate of the Universe, the Hurricane got all sneaky and flooded our street.

So we packed up the kids and dog and headed up north to the lovely and hospitable Teppermans.  After the storm was successfully weathered, we got coffee and cupcakes at the local bakery and headed back home.

Bud was thoroughly cupcaked.

Audrey was more happily so.

And there's the smiley Bud we all know!

Things were still rather fierce at home, as the waves attest.

So we have gone back to cuddle mode

and now we are watching Empire Strikes Back.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

The Nightly Audrey and Bud

Just another wild and crazy night here.

The kids are sleeping while I alternate between editing my dissertation and compulsively checking updates on Hurricane Sandy.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

It's the Great Pumpkin, Bud and Audrey!

Pumpkin Patch 2011 and Pumpkin Patch 2012.  A little comparison.  

Me and the Budster, 2011.

Probably the cutest picture ever.  I'm a little distracted by how great my hair looks.  

And here is me and Audrey, 2012.  I'm wearing the same outfit.

My locks, alas, not as shiny.

Bud in the pumpkin, 2011.

Bud and Audrey in the pumpkins, 2012.

Alex and Audrey in the hay maze, 2011.

Bud in the hay maze, 2012, wearing the same jacket as Audrey the year before.

Okay.  Maybe this is the cutest picture ever.

Audrey clearly having a better time this year.

This is also a contender for cutest picture ever.

Alex and Audrey riding Ye Olde Halloween Donkey, 2011.

Alex and Audrey back in the saddle, 2012.

See you next year, Pumpkin Patch!

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Monday, October 22, 2012

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Come on, Barbie, Let's Go Party!

Yesterday, Audrey came home from a morning of garage sales with dad and Bud with Native American Barbie in hand.  As dad is well aware, Barbies are verbotten in Casa de Miller, yet he schemed that the double whammy of Audrey's whiny persistence matched with, you know, a Barbie that is Native American, I might allow it.  

And really, since my Barbie repulsion is only surpassed by my Barbie fascination, how could I say no? 

Apparently, there is a whole trio of Native American Barbies out there.

On the left is Pocahontas Barbie, which I knew existed, and which I literally have a three hour lesson plan on, but I will not digress too much about here, but suffice to say, of course there is a Pocahontas Barbie.  It's the perfect marriage of stereotypes!  

The middle Barbie, I have just learned from my good friend Google, is Pacific Northwest Native American Barbie from the Tlinget tribe.  Seriously?!  I am just hearing about this now?!  I am already obsessed.  Looks like someone is going to be spending some time with my other good friend, Ebay.

And the one on the right is Native American Barbie, or as Audrey rather subversively calls her, Jem.  Jem, if you all remember, is the eighties cartoon and doll about Jem and the Holograms, an all-girl rock band.  I remember being quite obsessed with the Jem doll, which my cousin had, and I'm sure she totally deserved, but I coveted just the same.  I don't remember watching the cartoon that much (I know I found the poor animation quality distressing) but we watch it on Netflix all the time now.  Compared to other cartoons, Jem is, I guess, nuanced, is the word I want.  Jem, after her father's death, inherits his record company, the secret hologram machine he had developed, and his orphanage for girls.  Jem must be a rockstar in order to support the orphanage.  Clearly!  Anyways, as Audrey has no frame of Barbie reference, she assumes that Native American Barbie is Jem.  In case you forgot, this is what Jem looks like.  

You know, just like Native American Barbie.

And lest Bud got jealous, Alex bought Bud a Pee-Wee Herman doll, a doll I'm assuming hasn't been produced since a rather notorious incident some twenty years ago.  I mean, what kind of politically incorrect toy garage sale was Alex shopping at?

For now, anyways, the dolls stay.  How could I deny my children such joy?