Life of Pi.

Whilst watching The Lost City, I realized that Floridians, like myself, should take their fashion cues from 1950’s Havana, not New York City, Paris, or any other city in a nothern clime. I also realized our houses are too midWestern for our own good. Then, whilst watching The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio, I realized that an Irish mind is a terrible thing, wasted. Woody Harrelson’s character is raging and pathetic.

Finally, a collection of photos of the dear boy.

And let’s not forget the girl. Little spitfire.

Evelyn woke up yesterday and, while eating breakfast in her walker, walked around the livingroom/dinning room saying ‘Pretty! Pretty!’ while pointing at things. Well, it was either that or ‘Prissy! Prissy!’ We’re not exactly sure which. This is her first word, besides the usual Dada, Mama, Daddy, Doe, hi, hello, bye, and Ichael. She routinely points at objects want wants to know what they’re called. At her 12 1/2 month check-up a week or so ago she weighed 25 lbs. and was 31 inches tall. 93 percentile for both.

Michael rolled over a week and a half ago. We laugh and tell him he is 9 months ahead of his sister. Today he is wearing khaki pants and a striped polo and looking like a little man indeed.