Mama and Allison visit the cemetery

Why, you ask? Because I like it! She wanted to come. For the record, she had a fabulous time.

Pictures from a few months ago

The kids really like playing in the dog's crate.





































Here they are brushing their teeth. It's big fun, oral hygiene.

T is for Taco

Technically, I don't think this is Austonian in origin but it is so, so very Austin in both content and weirdness factor that I have to include it. There really aren't any burritos here. Just tacos.



The kids love this video.

Pictures and more pictures!

So. A few pictures of the kids and the neighborhood.

First, Allison. Here she is, looking stunned. This is the birth center.

















And there is Frances. Don't ask me what is going on with her hair.

But there she is, smiling her head off because she's on a stool and she's making a mess in the water and I'm not stopping her. This was taken at Allison's preschool.



















Now for the neighborhood. We haven't died but we have gone to Austin.



















Nothing says Austin quite like a bunch of junk on the porch....


















....except maybe a giant infill duplex.
















Or painting your garage in a sort of haphazard but colorful fashion.


















Or, you know, maybe a random mural. Personally, just before I eat eggs, I always like to picture then being kidnapped and murdered by a menacing chef.










Or, you know, leaping to their deaths like a bunch of lemmings.
















A taco stand has sprouted up across from my bus stop. I've never eaten there but I'm sure it beats Chipotle. No burritos, just tacos, no?

















Austin is about assorted randomness. In that spirit....behold, a lamp. Yes, it even works





















Say hi!
















And if you need a psychic, there is one on my block. So, you know, you're covered.



















The end....for now.