We took the kids to see Disney on Ice this weekend. To be honest, I'm ambivalent about the whole princess thing. I suppose it might seem odd to the more old-fashioned set, but it bugs me a lot more that Eva is starting to show interest in princesses than that Jason does (and has for quite some time now). There's a certain feeling of inevitability, though.

I have kind of a fixation with sodium vapor streetlights. I like how weird and monochrome everything looks under them, and I think that they produce some interesting tones when converted to black and white.

And that's about all I have to say about this picture.

Tea for the parents, medicine for the kids. I don't know, maybe that's a bit backwards.

One of the things that strikes everyone about Eva is how good-natured she is. Yesterday, for example, the pediatrician commented that she was the happiest double-ear-infection patient she'd ever seen. Still, as she's gotten older she's gotten opinionated about a few things, which occasionally leads to scenes like this one. They're all the more remarkable for how rare they are.

From Christmas. Even at the times I am most vexed by Jason's childishness—trying to get him to take his medicine tonight, for example—I am still grateful for the ways in which he is a child. We have actual conversations nowadays, and I can already feel him bursting at the seams to be taken seriously. He's just like I was at his age. I wonder if that will last.

Well, it happened: everyone in the house has the flu. Eva held out the longest, but this morning she started leaking from the nose just like the rest of us. All things considered, she's taking it pretty well.

Her work here is done. On to bigger and better things.

This one is from November, when we were back home for my aunt's wedding. I apparently forgot to mention to Jason that one typically doesn't eat snacks during a wedding ceremony. Well, I suppose he can still get away with it for a little while longer.

One way to get your kid to stop reaching for the cookies is to make sure both of her hands are occupied. Just, you know, a little tip from me to you.

When we were at the zoo this weekend, it was cool enough that we put Eva's sweater over her like a blanket. To hear your average San Diegan talk about our current weather, you'd think that she'd have had icicles forming on her eyelashes.

(I talk about "average San Diegans" as though I'm any better. Of course I've been bitching about the cold, too.)