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Ruth was a little apprehensive about giving Tristan a haircut, at 10 months old she didn't know how he'd handle the snip, snip of the scissors and the sitting still. He amazed us both with his willingness to sit for her. He kept trying to look around, but overall really seemed to enjoy the experience.

Sophia had oodles of fun hunting Easter eggs this year. (2012)

I'm not entirely sure why I have such a difficult time keeping up with posting here. I'll readily admit that it's about sixty percent procrastination and/or laziness. I seem to have an overabundance of both of those qualities. But the remaining forty percent is more difficult to pin down. The thing is, I write about three or four times more crap than I ever post. Many times I'll start writing something, get interrupted, and never go back to it.

Due to an unfortunate and greatly vexing series of events, involving blood, tears and scratching of paint by unknown human vermin, we've had to drive a rental car to Denver for one of Ruth's dollhouse shows. 

This rental is adequate to the task. Not anywhere near the league of our beloved Subaru, but it gets us places, has AC, iPod input and cruise control. What more does one really need in a car after all?

Well, I'll answer my own rhetorically pointless question: In-dash GPS.

Hopefully the rest of their childhood is as amicable as this scene.

Taken one week from Ruth's due date.

Ruth asked Sophia what drink she wanted with her afternoon snack. Her unequivocal answer was a latté. We're already drinking decaf because of Ruth being pregnant, so we decided it was ok. After all what's the worst that could happen? That it'll stunt her growth?

It's too bad Sophia wasn't born in a Muslim country, because she would be a master Whirling Dervish. Here she is demonstrating an advanced technique involving a swing-set to gain insight into the nature of the universe. (hint: it's all about play and candy)

We arrived home from vacation yesterday to be greeted by beautiful spring weather. Spring in Montana has manic tendencies and we can find ourselves in the thick of winter again overnight, so these beautiful days are that much more appreciated due to their mercurial nature.

A little bit ago I heard a small slightly worried voice call "Daddy" from the basement. I didn't respond immediately, but the calling became more and more insistent until I had to investigate. I found Sophia, my 2 3/4 year old daughter in our library pointing urgently at a plastic container. Being the clueless father that I am, I said "yes, there's nuts and bolts in there," and proceeded into Ruth's workroom to gain more insight into why Sophia was so enamored of the container.