Alex and his cousin Bernadette, getting in a little kung-fu training.
See, she’s already sung one boat to its death on the rocks!
(Everything about this is posed. Evelyn told me how to take the picture, decided how to sit, and then informed me what kind of photoshoping I’d be doing on it. Irresistible song indeed.)
For the past few years, my mother-in-law has made me pajamas for Christmas. It’s a pretty simple thing, but I don’t know, I get pretty excited about them. I think by now you all know me enough to know how much I appreciate a homemade gift. I love the fact that something homemade is unique: nobody else has a pair quite exactly like them.
The first year it was Packer pants, and I wore them until they basically shredded off of my body. The next year it was fuzzy fleece pants that matched the pajamas she made for Evie and Ollie. They are super fuzzy and warm, and I’m still wearing those, but they have started to develop holes as well.
Well, this year she cooked up something special: a full body, fleece, wookiee suit.
(Sometimes Han gets scared on takeoff, so he has to hold my hand)
Aside from being THE MOST AWESOME PAJAMAS EVER, they are super soft, and also very warm. These things could keep you warm on Hoth, if you know what I’m saying.
But it didn’t stop there! Barb also made matching pjs for Alex, so we can celebrate Life Day or whatever it is daddy wookiees do with their baby wookiees.
Sara said I could use them for Halloween, but as much as I’m going to wear them I’m not sure they will still be intact all the way until October…
Sara and I have been debating on whether he looks more like me or more like her. Thoughts?
Now, I don’t follow Chicago politics very closely, but if I’m understanding the news these days correctly, and I believe I am, Chicago has just taken a significant step forward in electing this nation’s first wookie mayor.
I have been voting for Chewbacca as a write-in mayoral candidate for YEARS, so I’m glad that the mainstream media has finally taken notice. Chewy has the sharp fangs, thick pelt, and starship piloting expertise needed in todays tough political climate.
Watch your back, Rahm. Most politicians don’t pull people’s arms out of their sockets when they lose. Wookiees, on the other hand, are known to do that.
We’re strapped in, Chewy. Make the jump to lightspeed!
So we’ve been experiencing a bit of snowfall here in Chicago…