Tiny Red Dinosaur ate a digger! OK, he didn't really. We took a quick detour between meetings to see what kind of destruction/construction was going on for the new Transbay Terminal.
Every day, my 12th grade twins give me a toy to bring to work. I send home pictures of how the toy is "helping" me, and then save them to this blog. (OK, obviously, we are not really doing this anymore. Teenagers, amiright?) It definitely makes work more fun. For me -- I can't speak for the poor toy. Please do not use any of my images or writing without contacting me for permission.
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
12/01 - Tiny Red Dinosaur is in a fog
It's the first of three days of 8am meetings (two of them with conflicting 8am meetings! WTF?!). In my weariness last night, I remembered to set the alarm clock for earlier, but my calculations were off. Instead of getting up 1.5 hours earlier, I only got up 1/2 hour earlier. That was a fun scramble, especially the part where I sped off to the BART station before the windows defrosted. Here we are, yelling at singing to the red light to help it change to green.
Tiny Red Dinosaur ate a digger! OK, he didn't really. We took a quick detour between meetings to see what kind of destruction/construction was going on for the new Transbay Terminal.
Tiny Red Dinosaur ate a digger! OK, he didn't really. We took a quick detour between meetings to see what kind of destruction/construction was going on for the new Transbay Terminal.
"I love you, dinosaur, and I love you, Mommy!" says Lil' Guy.
ReplyDelete"Thank you," says Lil' Gal.
xoxo