Do They Bite?

Spotted this ominous warning in a Chicago restroom...

One must always be vigilant when stolen purses are about, they can be a real menace!

Jamaica Mission

Having just returned to the Schubox from our incredibly busy but oh-so-fun two week vacation, I'm enjoying the opportunity to catch up on some e-mail and blog reading. Though I have a few things that I would like to write about over the next few days, my priority today is to share an important blog that I've been catching up with. My darling, sixteen-year-old niece, Haley, is currently in Jamaica on a mission trip and is posting updates on her activities there at haleygoestojamaica. I would like to encourage you to take a look at Haley's blog and, more importantly, keep her and the rest of the Jamaica team in your prayers.

Many thanks and blessings!

Schubox Photography

Kids are just too darn tech savvy. Mine have figured out how to take pictures with my cell phone. Unless I keep the phone in my possesion at all times it is prey to their little hands and artistic sensibilities and I later discover the most interesting photos stored away in the phone's memory. Honestly, do they think they won't get caught at this? I'm pretty sure I wasn't the one taking...

this adorable image of the napping baby doll, Bobby.

Ah, what mommy doesn't love one of these shots? They're SO cute when they're asleep!





But then, equal face time has to be given to Panda and Tiger...we wouldn't want them to feel neglected.

But, who the heck is this guy and when did my child take his picture?

Oh, wait...this next picture explains it. That was Scooby Doo's best buddy Shaggy. Right, I was letting the small person watch the movie that day. Ruh-Roh!

So I get the pictures of the beloved dolls, maybe even the Scooby Doo pics...but this one?? I mean, I know it's a bathing suit...but why? Just being artistic, I guess.

Then I arrive at the self protrait. Really, could you scold this kid for playing with your camera phone?

Me neither.

Just change his name to Superman...

Last night I dreamed that someone near and dear to me surprised me with the news that they had just had a new baby. As I gathered this tiny bit of human confection into my arms, stroked the silky blonde fuzz on his head and placed a kiss on his angelic little face, I asked his mother what they had decided to name him. Her response was "Clark"...

Now, I mean no offense to anyone who may know and love a Clark, or even be named Clark themselves. I really don't think there's anything wrong with the name. But, seriously, when was the last time you heard of someone naming their baby Clark? It's not exactly a wildly popular name right now. As a matter of fact, out of curiosity, I did a bit of research. According to the Social Security Administration the name Clark hasn't ranked in the top one hundred boy's names since they started keeping records in 1880. It's popularity seems to have peaked in 1881 at the 176th most popular boy's name in the country. In 2008 it was at #698. Really, it may be due for a comeback, who's with me on that?

Polite to the core, apparently, even in my dream I resisted the urge to ask Clark's mama "You mean, like Clark Kent?". When I enquired about a middle name, I was told they had decided to simply use a single letter as a middle name. Now, we have a friend who chose to go this route. But, somehow "T" as a middle "name" sounds way cooler than the letter chosen to serve as Clark's middle name..."F". So if Clark decides, when he gets older, that he's not keen on his first name...that pretty much tanks the option of going by his middle name instead.

Poor little Clark F. I'm so glad that was just a dream!