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.