Sorry Verses

While I'm in the occasional habit of plugging my family members (at least 85% of you are my family members, or know them, but to be fair)...I need to vouch for my littlest brother's new album, which he made in an old chapel in Nashville with his former high school band. It's called "Sorry Verses", and was released today - if not at this moment, soon. Listen, if you want. (Or you can listen to all his discography - EP, home demos and stuff - here).

The album image is an old photograph of the farm my dad grew up on near Sedro Woolley, Washington. He probably milked those cows every morning. And likely started that fire in the foothills, too.

Grant also covered a Joni Mitchell song not too long ago. Love.



Just so nobody starts getting a big head about this, here's a choice section of a photo taken about 22 years ago. Back then, he couldn't have fit even one of those cheeks into the leg-hole of his hipster hot pants.

I believe that is a nautical-themed onesie. Well played.

Like a Wecord, Baby

*Slurp*

A Sampling from the Peanut Gallery...

Quote-Unquote:


When it's raining: "It's waining."
When it's sunny: "It's sunning! It's sunning in my eyes!!"

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"Daddy is crunchy." (i.e. stubbly.)

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"Shall we go?"
(Repeated often while wiping away tears during our latest ER visit - asthma related - which of course included rectal temp-taking.)

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"Nice boobies, Mommy."
(Also, "Oooooo, boobies!!")

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"Oooo... I like your boots, Mommy. Do you like my boots?"
(Also, "Do you like pine needles? I like pine needles", etc.)

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"Don't touch my belly button!"

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After kicking Mona in the neck and getting reprimanded for it: "Can I say sorry to Mona?"
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"I want Larry the Cucumber." (asking for a cucumber slice)

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I'm a Wumor Weed! (yelled enthusiastically after Veggie Tales line, "I'm a Rumor Weed!)

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Pointing at his foot: "There's my tiny fweckle."

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"Daddy's big. Mommy's big. Jude is little."
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J: "I wanna play hhhing-hhhong."
M: "What's hing-hong?"
J: "A little ball."

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"I don't like my double chin. I wanna take it off." [pulls at chin]

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"I'm not a lumberjack. I'm Bob!"

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Okay then. I love you, Bob. Keep 'em coming.