…no, Coop doesn’t have a giant potbelly – it’s just the way the sweater is laying!
…no, Coop doesn’t have a giant potbelly – it’s just the way the sweater is laying!
I swear I’m going to update you on everything [and there's a LOT of everything] going on in our lives. Seems like when I work in an office, I fall off of the face of the earth. Well, I plan to remedy that this week – both by blogging – and also by finishing my stint at 360jmg, the firm I’ve been working at this election cycle.
Here’s what I have to remember to cover in this massive posting I plan on writing this week:
Ok – so that’s a lot to post about this week. But I’ll try.
Is anybody even reading anymore, now that I’ve left you without any titillating info for months? If so, let me know I’m not just typing to the wall;)
I know it’s been a while – and I’ll make up for it…but, in the mean time, here are some pics from this weekend!
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So, first of all, Passover pics are up. Not sure why, but I was really excited to sing Ehad, Mi Yodea – I am totally into my number [4 - "arba imahot!"]. Let’s just say that it started a lot better than it ended, but was, well…lackluster when compared to how it went in my head:
Secondly, how cute are all of my boys watching the Magic’s 3rd playoff game last night? Yes, they did suffer a devastating loss, but still…
By the time the game ended, we were sleepy…obviously. But we hung in there until the end.
So my friend, Brianna, has an adorable blog that she updates with pics of her cute baby, Ella. Recently, she used this little widget to figure out who Ella looked more like – she or her husband [who, by the way, look a lot alike, now that I think about it]. I got to thinking – who do I look like? Since I don’t actually have any pics of my biological dad, trusty husband and almost-twenty-eight-year-old Adam Zissman became my guinea pig. And the results are in…
Unsatisfied with the results, as Ella, too turned out to be equal parts mom and dad, I thought I’d do another little experiment, using Jim as the lab rat this time. Too many times over the past fifteen years, people have been told, “You look so much like your dad!” by people who have no idea that we’re not actually genetically related. I’m not sure whether I ought to take that as a compliment or an insult, considering the fact that his face is covered almost entirely with [grey] hair [did you really think I'd leave that out, Jim?]. The resulting data is below. Glad to know that I look at least 9% more like the person I’m actually spawn of. Whatever. I’ve seen this little tool work pretty well for other people!