Which is More Frightening?

What would terrify a one-year-old more; a plush rocking horse, or getting merged into by an eighteen-wheeler? If you picked the plush rocking horse, you'd be correct. On night 1 of our vacation last month we stayed with one of Jami's very favorite people in the world (and her family, thanks, Harrows). There was a plush rocking horse in the living room which Rhus began eyeballing with a certain degree of suspicion. Thinking I was clever, I went over to it and began to pet it. Then I grabbed the handle and had it leap at me, while I hollered. Rhus freaked out. It took him about three minutes to stop shaking. The next day, on I-25 on our way to Aurora to visit another friend, an eighteen-wheeler merged into us, not once but twice.  He hit my door, I tried to get away, and then he hit our rear wheel and spun us ninety degrees to the left as he finally started braking. Rhus looked mildly interested, and then spent the next fifteen minutes waving at cars from the side of the highway.

Orthogonal Mom

From '06

Sheepish

Little R at Tierra Wools in Ojo, New Mexico this morning. I want a bed like that.

Looky Loo?

I love these deeply skeptical looks. I get them all the time, but it's nice to know other people get them as well, not just me.

Or maybe he knew that I'd be the first one to see the picture. Man he's smart

The Missing Smiles

Rhus was just starting to smile for real the week before he was abducted by Mormons went on vacation to Utah. These are some of the smiles (and other events) I've been missing.

My word that sounds sappy. I think it's time to start another blog to separate out all the goo goo ga ga stuff from the art stuff.

Cambodia Photos

We have so many photos from Cambodia, that I just couldn't decide what to put on the blog. This makes deciding a little easier.

Chok Dee

Last night I saw Jens off. He caught a train to Bangkok (it was 2.5 hrs late), and should be boarding his flight to Mumbai as I write this. As we enjoyed those two bonus hours of brother time at the train station we marveled over how much one's life can change in a matter of weeks. He plays poker online for a living, so most of his day is spent doing just one thing, over, and over again (actually, he does a lot of data mining, and acording to his numbers, he may be the most consistently successful online poker players in the world. Hope I haven't outed him). So flying to Thailand, seeing our parents and grandmother, traveling to Angkor, putting 1600 km on a rental car, and helping his brother and sister-in-law pack up to leave Thailand for good, makes for a busy month, and quite a change of pace from the preceding year. Jami and I did those very same things with him, and now, as we camp out at our friend Andrew's place, we take turns scaring each other about returning to the States. We've had a fairly cozy life here; five hours of work a day split 60/40 between us, cheap rent, cheap food, space to work, time to work, and time enough to make a baby with out trying too hard (or at all really). We're a bit sad to leave, and aren't looking forward to the reentry shock. We'll see how it goes this time, but this would be my third bad case in less than ten years. Makes us wonder if we're cut out to be Americans.

I've been editing and uploading photos from the holidays for the past three days. I'll post some to this blog, but the impatient among you can head over to my flickr page. I would recommend the Thailand or Cambodia sets.