Where the hell are Max and Ruby's parents?

There is a picture of Max and Ruby's parents over the sofa, so they must be alive somewhere. But they are never even mentioned. Oh sure, you see Grandma - the lone bunny who represents the Responsible Adult Contingent for the wayward pair of bunnies known as "Max and Ruby", but let's face it - Grandma is a bit of a softie and is nearsighted to boot. She is waning in her twilight years and is is totally fooled by that scrap of a wench Ruby. Seriously - someone needs to step in and save the poor tortured soul that is Max. Cripes - that sadistic Ruby even takes credit for his work on her Bunny Scout projects. Someone needs to have her merit badges stripped, is all I'm sayin'. (On a serious note: I just totally love Max and Ruby. The 1940s decor and music really gets me. I hope Arun never grows tired of them, so I purposely try to space out his viewings based on that alone.)

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HEY. I did get the swimsuit! I went with a red top and navy bottom situation in a desperate attempt to offset the whole Old Lady Swimsuit thing I now have going on. Man, oh man - I LOVE this swimsuit. I received it on Friday and took Arun to the pool on Saturday. For once, I did not feel a need to cover up in a burqa on my way to the pool from the dressing room. Should I mention that I am totally hot in it and that except for the fact that I actually eat food, I look just like the model? What? I DO. X said so (Dude, he knows what is Good For Him). In fact, I am so sexxy hott in my new Old Lady Swimsuit that you could fry an egg on my double digit ass. True. MILF that, sucker.

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So, Little Miss Thang turned 8 months last week. She is really coming into her own personality-wise. She is easier going when it comes to sleep and such, but I am seeing such very strong signs of independence that I am seriously considering learning some Baby Signs to give her another tool for communication should her independent streak get too frustrating for her. I never, ever - not once - considered this for Arun, but I can see now where it may be useful to give Anjali an easier way to convey what she needs. I do not see her being such an easy-going toddler as Arun. Surely, lightening does not strike twice. I also think that Arun will have his work cut out for him because once Anju can stand up for her own self, he better watch out. Yikes. I almost feel sorry for him.

That said, I just adore her little personality. I am glad that she is showing some strong tendencies. I am just thrilled that she loves going places and seeing new things. She is always cautious but rarely scared or frightened of new people or situations.

Oh. Yeah. I do have another kid around here somewhere. Anyone who has great tips for photographing that rare, elusive creature known as "toddler" with Flash Gordonesque tendencies for avoiding flash photographing, assvice would be much appreciated and solicited at this point.

8 Months

All cheeks. All the time.

Car Baby

I took this picture because I simply adore the way her face lights up when she is in the car. She just loves getting in because she knows we will be going places.

Floored

Even after 8 months of this, we are still in awe of the fact that she will pass out just about anywhere. Obviously, I still feel the need to document it.

Point. Counter Point.

Yes, she grabs the nearby tomatoes. Yes, she bites into them. Yes, we are the worst parents ever.

She's a Doll

Again, the worst parents ever. In our defense, we did supervise this particular set of shenanigans.