Two faces of Georgia

Georgia in sulking mode. This usually occurs when she gets an emphatic "No" to something she wants to do.


Georgia enduring the process of defaction. She usually hides somewhere when she has to perform the task. If you look at her too long while she's pooping she will put her hand up and say "Stop".

She needs her private time.

Scene from the Beach

All that's missing is the little table between them with two Corona bottles sitting atop.

Sorry Seems To Be The Easiest Word

She hasn’t figured it out yet. To Georgia, the word “sorry” is like an eraser. Once it’s said the act performed that caused the evocation of the word is absolved thereby allowing for her to do it again.

For example, yesterday some neighbors came by for a visit so they tied the leash affixed to their little beagle named Rufus to our front porch before they came inside. As I was working in the kitchen (I am always working in the kitchen), PJ reported to me that Georgia was ‘being mean’ to Rufus. When I looked out I saw Georgia mildly smacking poor Rufus. “Georgia stop!” I said…”sorry dada” was her response. Moments later she performed the same act and immediately stated “sorry dada”. I verbally scolded her and warned her but before I could finish my sentence…whack…”sorry dada”. After that I stepped up the level of punishment to DEFCON 4.


But if left me asking myself, “what kind of sadistic child are we raising?” Then I thought…”this must be how they make Republicans”

Lake Arrowhead

We had a nice quiet time in Lake Arrowhead. Well, as quiet as it can be with six children and six adults in a house for three days.

I Built Myself a Time Machine

I haven't used it much because the Deloreon has been in the shop quite a bit lately. However, I did get a chance to march with Dr. King in Washington D.C.

Also, I got the chance to share a peanut butter and banana sandwich with Elvis in the White House. In the morning Nixon gave him the appointment of Drug Czar then after lunch we pounded down some vicodins and amphetamines and watched an episode of the Twilight Zone.


Then I got the chance to live a childhood dream. I played shortstop in the 1927 World Series against the New York Yankees. I went 0 for 3 - but I did manage to trip Lou Gehrig when he rounded the bases. He doesn't even look like Gary Cooper.