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plush overload with Mama Ann

plush overload with Mama Ann


when air traffic controllers go on strike

when air traffic controllers go on strike


Eleanor leads a careful examination of Dad's new hat . . .

Eleanor leads a careful examination of Dad's new hat . . .

while Addie and Nana keep track of her findings


Poppa plays with his toys . . .

Poppa plays with his toys . . .

i'm a green turtle!


Addie and Eleanor get silly

Addie and Eleanor get silly


Eleanor's contribution to the floods in North Texas

Eleanor's contribution to the floods in North Texas


STOP! this road is closed . . .

STOP! this road is closed . . .

unless you have a plush toy, in which case i will accept that as your toll


Poppa and Eleanor share a laugh

Poppa and Eleanor share a laugh


why have you been hiding this Aunt Michi from me for so long?

why have you been hiding this Aunt Michi from me for so long?

she cracks me up!


Uncle Travee as Unisom

Uncle Travee as Unisom


Grandma, Mom and El's . . .

Grandma, Mom and El's . . .

best forced smiles at our sad departure from Florida :(


despite their serious expressions . . .

despite their serious expressions . . .

. . . i can assure you El and Aunt Laren's discussion consists entirely of Disney Princess topics


Dad and El's reunion

Dad and El's reunion

one week is waaaay to long to be away from all the hair-pulling glee of our Father-Daughter relationship . . .


Mom and Eleanor decompress

Mom and Eleanor decompress

after their July 4th journey to the Maurers in Florida


what a drag . . .

what a drag . . .

. . . Eleanor, Mom, James and Danielle say goodbye to Tower Records on the drag


El's got four words for all this graffitti:

El's got four words for all this graffitti:

" I DIDN'T DO IT."


i don't know what "queso" is . . .

i don't know what "queso" is . . .

. . . but it's certainly put Dad in quite a mood . . .


Karl Rove walks into a bar with a duck under his arm?

Karl Rove walks into a bar with a duck under his arm?

oh, Uncle Norbizness, you DO slay me!