This is the Jam

It's Friday and what better way to celebrate 1:47 in the afternoon than to rock out to some acoustic soul in our kitchen? Poor Grayson, I really need to put some heavy metal or classic rock back into rotation lest he grow up thinking music is plucky guitar (or bass as was this song) and a smoked-out female voice.

But check it out, look at the conviction. And this kid has rhythm! Don't let the index fingers fool you.













(and you know I deliberated on whether to post this pic because of its locale. the absolute worst view of the entire house (nice plastic tablecloth, martha. oh and 1976 called and wants its dishtowels back. and while we're at it, do you think i have enough shit on my counters? p.s. that coffee has been in that pot since monday- true story. my goodness so much material here the children are almost secondary. but those fingers. that face. the rolled back eyes. i had to.)


Abs hanging out by the dog food wondering what happened to all the normal preceding this confused flailing and spinning about in her kitchen. Really, people, there are boundaries.