With a little help from her friends, Isobel can walk from here to Dodge City (you see, most people wanna get outta there, but Isobel is fearless and underestimated). She looks a little scared.
This is at the annual Bluegrass Festival- a good time to kick off your shoes and indulge in sinful pleasures. All we are saying is Give Peas a Chance (her onesie below).
We like to dress up Isobel sooooo(o) much that sometimes we forget she is a baby and not a wittle doll.
These next two digitized photographical renderings were taken on the boardwalk of Ocean City, NJ. New Jersey, ha ha ha ha.
While the creature (calling herself Zarneisha) displayed above-average intelligence, she still lost 3 straight games of Jenga to her masters, claiming "A force F acting on a body gives it an acceleration a which is in the direction of the force and has magnitude inversely proportional to the mass m of the body: ." Then the creature danced a jig, much to the delight of all except Dagny and that guy with the mullet across the street. They just scowled. Behold Zarneisha, Queen of the Farthquan, the aforementioned sea alien people:
Greetings all. Isobel learned the Vulcan neck grip over the weekend and finally found a victim to try it out. You can see the cold mercilessness in her eyes. Cow and baby with 'Moth' and fatty D (Dagny). Hersheypark happy, Hersheypark glad. We found ourself in the land of chocolate. Literally. The house behind us was made entirely of fudge, marshmallow and nougat (what is that, exactly?). Carousel with daddy. This is my favorite onesie: The Poopsmith. Those who get it will laugh, and those who don't will kindly pass go and never return to this blog again! Anna is a librarian and musician and said that she wanted to buy Isobel off us "for a gift for my friend". An uncomfortable silence followed and Christina cleared her her throat and began to discuss her appreciation for collective bargaining agreements. Finally, the big news in the Shiffler family is that I was offered a position at Dickinson College at the Forum on Education Abroad. I start Monday and can't wait to show my skillz.
We are back. in black. for a downlow bizzly booty attack. We were in Colorado recently and saw "Nana" and "Grandad" who showered Isobel with gifts which include: a solid gold binky with "BaBy PhaT" written in diamonds (they wanted a matching grill for her gums but we respectfully declined) , two tickets to paradise, and a pen knife for opening those difficult items like a car door. Here Isobel seems to be saying "So long, and thanks for all the fish." Jennifer Kay Van Wagenen is all over this thing. This thing being the Black Sheep clubb(b). We vote her as "best punk-rock Julia Stiles". Isobel swore she saw another baby ridin' one o' them gir-affes "like a horsey" but I told her that she exaggerates just to get everyone's attention, to which she replied "ga. da da. fe. ma...ma." There are really large (alien) zookeepers in Colorado Springs and its told that they use their girth and foul breath to keep some of the testier animals in line. Zork, one such (alien) zookeeper bellowed "Fee Fie Fo Fum, I smell the blood of the Bizzly one" to which Isobel replied "The square of the hypotenuse of a right triangle is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides." After learning of this important scientific insight, Zork jumped up out of the chair , put on a proper suit and tie and declared himself the new President of Namibia. Isobel smiled and calmly took his seat. Hiltbrand, Hiltbrand, Hiltbrand, Robert. Christina's brother is Robert who is smiling here because he is marrying the girl to the right (well, his left actually). She thinks he is funny and has a pleasant odour. Robert won her heart by inflating his bank account, writing her haiku about his World of Warcraft characters and pretending to be a Chuck Norris stunt double. Here he is looking quite proud of his treachery. Its nice that Nintendo calls its new Wii controller the "Wiimote" since I can't pronounce my R's without sounding like homestarrunner. Now I can finally ask for the TV remote, and then after someone hands me a Wiimote, I can say something like " Oh...yeah....uhh thanks, that was EXACTLY what I was looking for." Here is Peter with my little tiny baby playing an interactive version of the new Grand Theft Auto. You'll notice though that Isobel refuses to watch since she opposes carjacking, arson and the insulting of handsome parental authority figures. This dog kept licking my baby in the face. IN THE FACE!!!!!!!!!! Turn up the volume on your computer and then watch this:
Isobel has gotten serious about food and also about the little people that live in it. You probably didn't know that there are colonies of tiny people in baby food. Well, there are and she told me just the other day that it is her right as Indo-European oppressor to smash what she calls the "Orange Revolution". Now here is an expensive item at Target. Or so I thought. A few moments before I snapped this photo a manager from the aforementioned establishment said, and I quote "That baby is cuter than a sack of sugar but I wouldn't pay more than $8.99 for her! Plus I drive a fuchsia Geo Metro." That is the third time someone has said that to me this week. *snarl hiss claw swish bite scream with delight* repeat Island baby with her haole daddy. Isobel likes to swing, but is not a swinger. Ma baby joined the infant naval core where she is forced to wear silly hats and roll around on the floor whilst cooing and laughing at nothing in particular...or wait that is what Christina did to prepare for her piano recitals.
." Then the creature danced a jig, much to the delight of all except Dagny and that guy with the mullet across the street. They just scowled. Behold Zarneisha, Queen of the Farthquan, the aforementioned sea alien people:
