Baby Luca loves his Skårt!

Flying Around the World Triptych in Turquoise - available at Skårtshop.com

Happy Valentine Day!!!

Instagram on the iPhone + Props in Poland  = Lots of photo fun today! 

Dreaming of Love

Heart a Flutters

Bunny Love

Shooting Another Commercial in Poland

I'm back in Warsaw! That's right, by the end of this work trip I will have spent more time in Poland in 2012 than in the US.  Not that I mind.  Starting to feel like home.  Been eating a lot of herring, and figured out that a nip of Vodka here and there DOES help keep you warm.

I don't have much to report.  But I do have the last commercial that we shot here to share.  Saw it on TV the other day.  Still have no idea what it means or what they are saying - but it looks pretty adorable!

Baby and Puppy Posting

It happened, I knew it would happen, I could have told you it would have happened at some point, but my dear daddy, the so-called Recent Paterfamilias, did not have anything to write about this week, or maybe if he did have something to write about, he did not write it down, which only leaves poor little baby me

--And me!

Yes, and Tedward, Tedward the intolerant Welsh Terrier, to fill up this column, and I must tell you that you cannot trust intolerant Terrier dogs

--Yes you can!

No you cannot

--Yes you can, you little human beast!  Spending your days chasing me around the apartment!  How dare you!

Do not listen to him

--Yes!  Yes!  Listen to me!

He is very loud, this little dog

--I’m not that little!

Please just ignore him, but, if I may get back to the topic at hand, I have faith in my dear father, the so-called Recent Paterfamilias, to formulate some manner of infinite wisdom to impart in next week’s column, which would be a nice break for this baby

--And me!

Yes, and you, now please be quiet, Tedward

--No!

Because it is overwhelming for a baby to write an entire blog column when she, the baby, cannot even speak in complete sentences outside of bababababababababa, which, I must say, should be considered rather advanced for someone who is not yet even quite nine months old

--I’m almost three years old!

Please be quiet, Tedward

--Sorry!

Thank you

See you next week

The End.

Building Blocks for Grownups

Everything But the Manual is a furniture system created by Dutch designer, David Grass.  It comes in the shape of a cube consisting of 177 identical oak building blocks that can be connected with bolt and wing-nut.

Despite the name, there is no manual provided, the only limit is your imagination.  

You can check out more designs and videos of projects here

It Starts with a Plan

I have a plan and I have a pile of wood all cut to size.  Now I just need some time and a super helpful handy husband to put it all together.  

Coming soon: My super amazing organized studio office! 

Baby Swaddlers and the Other Mothers

            As of late, my baby has gotten too old, and too big, for her swaddling blankets. 

This, as it turns out, is a good thing.  (Not for my baby, it must be said, but instead for my wife and me.)

            But please, allow me to explain. 

            One many occasions, I have personally noticed that these baby swaddlers, which are made of muslin or linen or some other such ridiculously soft and comfortable thing, are very, very popular with the other mothers (the other mothers?), but, ultimately, said offspring will outgrow these swaddlers, rendering them useless (the swaddlers, not the infants).  The infants no longer need to be swaddled at night, and they also no longer require a “bottom blanket” (for which these swaddlers are also popular) during story time or music class or “gymnastics” class or any other baby classes (such as they are).  Thusly, these muslin baby swaddlers are no longer of any use to anyone.  They have outlasted their usefulness.  They have now been condemned to the land of the infant useless. 

            Or so one might assume. 

            This, as it turns out, is not true. 

            This, as it turns out, is good news. 

            Even before my baby outgrew her infant swaddlers, my wife and I had begun commandeering these swaddlers for our own use:  as napping cover-ups. 

            These lightweight comfortable muslin swaddlers, fit for the skin of a baby, intended to keep it neither too warm nor too cold, are incredibly suitable for adult-sized cover-ups during couch-arranged naps. 

            My wife and I had been patient for several months while watching our baby slowly outgrow her swaddlers.  Now, the much-awaited payday had finally presented itself. 

            In fact, the idea had been broached to take more than one of her swaddlers (now that she no longer needed them, of course).  The idea had been suggested that we (the wife and I) take all eight of her swaddlers and have them sewn into a napping quilt.  The idea had been hinted at, once or twice, that, during one of my sundry infant classes, a couple of the swaddlers belonging to the other mothers (the other mothers?) might easily be secreted into my diaper bag and then smuggled out of there, ultimately to create multiple napping swaddlers, possibly one for every day of the week, or, perhaps even better, one huge napping swaddler, one that could cover much of our apartment, or perhaps even best, one single enormous napping swaddler that nearly everyone, yes everyone, could nap under.  Yes, this seems an admirable goal:  steal the swaddling blanket from every infant within reach, just so you could ostensibly provide napping-cover for yourself and all the rest of the other mothers (the other mothers?). 

            (All of this would only be possible, understand, given the assumed forgone conclusion that the babies of these aforementioned “other mothers” allowed these “other mothers” to actually, actively, nap, which they, the babies, historically and across the board, most decidedly do not.  The selfish little brats.  Thusly, one must assume that this behavior is intended so that they, the babies, might keep their napping swaddlers all to themselves.  It is likely some sort of global underworld conspiracy.  But who knows?  Maybe it’s not the babies after all.  Maybe it’s the other mothers.)