The Parents VS. I-ZILLA

Parents: Isabelle, it is time to go to bed.

I-ZILLA: no.

Parents: Isabelle, you do not tell us no. It's bedtime. Do you want to read a story.

I-ZILLA: No.

Parents: Isabelle, do you want a spanking?

(bad question for future reference)

I-ZILLA: NO!

Parents: If you don't get into your room now, you will get a spanking. Understand?

I-ZILLA: I said No.

Parents: That's it. Get in your room!

I-ZILLA: NOooooooo....Aaahhhhhh.....(exaggerated moaning which happens to be I-Zilla's greatest weapon)

Parents: Isabelle, we love you very much, but you cannot tell us no. You need to learn to obey your parents.

I-ZILLA: (in between quiet defeated sobs) I-Iah-Iam-ss-SS-Sor-sorry.

Parents 1/I-ZILLA 0

Mr. Chicago

If you have never been to Chicago you should request a tour from Mr. Chicago. This is Mr.Chicago helping us cross the street.






Mr. Chicago rents anywhere from $50 - $100 a day but well worth the extra expense. Who else could help you find a bowling alley with "pin boys" in the year 2006?











This is me waiting for the L. Or is it el? I don't know, Mr. Chicago wasn't there for this picture.








Mr. Chicago took us for a drink in the John Hancock building on the 96th floor. Here is a view of Chicago from the restaurant.











Mr. Chicago was incredibly patient while waiting to take this picture with John Vanderslice. Look what we would have missed if he hadn't been?

Thank Mr. Chicago!

Days Off

I love days off. Not that I don't love my job. But I am so productive on days off. Today Isabelle had school pictures at daycare. (Nick of course tells me this at 10:00 the previous night after she's in bed so a bath with clean washed hair is out of question) So at 9:00 I took her school promising her a sucker from the bank if she didn't cry (for some reason getting her picture taken really freaks her out). So after the slight melt down and eventual compromise we headed to the bank for a sucker. Blue was her color of choice for suckers, we said hello to everyone that HAD to work that day and headed home. After we got back we dyed Easter Eggs and then baked some cookies. All of this happened before 10:30 am. Why can't I be that productive at work? It's a mystery I may never solve, and any insight you have to offer would be appreciated. The morning concluded with lunch and a "nap." When we woke up (yes we, I slept too) cleaned house. Long day short, we ate dinner and then went to Cold Stone Creamery on the Plaza for some really expensive, but good ice cream. My day off is over and tomorrow is another day.