We just got back from Thanksgiving weekend in Rochester, MN with the Wolfman clan. Here's a nice photo of my Dad and Laura from our annual bowling night. Laura was quite disappointed when we put down the bumpers in our lane. Unfortunately I did not get a picture of that face :). But I did get a photo of Laura's first strike of the night. Yeah! Maybe she will even win the trophy next year...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Bowling Champ
We just got back from Thanksgiving weekend in Rochester, MN with the Wolfman clan. Here's a nice photo of my Dad and Laura from our annual bowling night. Laura was quite disappointed when we put down the bumpers in our lane. Unfortunately I did not get a picture of that face :). But I did get a photo of Laura's first strike of the night. Yeah! Maybe she will even win the trophy next year...
Paper-Bag Cleaning
Here's some effective parenting: when my mom wanted me to clean my room, I naturally put up a fight. That is until she appeared in my room with a paper bag and began putting toys, clothes, junk on the floor into the paper bag, which would then be taken to the trash bin. That dirty trick elicited my cooperation every time.
Messy Room by Shel Silverstein
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Fifty Years of Laura!

For this first post, we ask you to reflect on the first time that you met/encountered Laura and your first impressions of her. I first met Laura when I came out of her womb in 1978 -- a meeting that sadly I don't remember too well. My earliest memories of my mom are on the house that we lived in on Bremen street. I remember eating macaroni and cheese, a yellow kitchen, and one time gleefully hiding under my bed while she frantically and fearfully searched every corner for me. One of my favorite early childhood memories is dressing up as Rainbow Brite for Halloween, with this absolutely incredible costume that Laura made for me. It was perfect. I had the puffy boots, the three-dimensional sleeves, and the rainbow-studded belt. It was bad-ass. Because of my mom's tremendous sewing

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