Sometimes it feels like my brain has taken a vacation and I can't remember on my own (without my brain) how to go about uploading pictures, which in case you are wondering does not involve a nice, shiny button to click on. It involves passwords, picture jpeg names and sizing things. Today I just gave up. This is all the picture you will get because I want to try and take a shower before I go to work. I know, how selfish of me.

Austin is so close to walking. When he is really involved in his playing with his little soccer ball, he sometimes starts to stand up and walk but then he remembers that he doesn't want to walk yet and sits back down. I am okay with the whole walking thing, but only because he can't reach the knob on the front door yet.

Apparently Austin's Grandparents have been contacted by a fellow Lesseps way over in some suburb of Paris, France. This relative is working on an extensive family geneology, spanning at least three continents. This to me is very exciting for a few reasons, the obvious being that family histories are just so fascinating. It was also quite a moment seeing Austin's name added to the American branch of the Lesseps' family tree. The moment felt somehow timeless, knowing that at some point way in the future, a person might look back and contemplate the life and achievements of Austin James Monahan Lesseps. I also confirmed that, based on the photo this Parisian Lesseps man sent with his email, that neither David nor Austin should ever sport a moustache, a facial hair style which does not seem to suit either the Parisian nor the Franco-Caltexan branch of the family tree.

And now turning all thoughts of continuity and cohesion upside down, might I just add that if I ever become a chicken and somebody buys me at a local market to take home for supper, I do hope that person does not put me in a paper bag inside of a plastic bag and then drag me on the bus. I know this probably happens all over the world, but it is so disturbing to me. That's all. Thank you for your time.