Gothic sub-terrainian dwelling aliens

Sometimes fun things occur and you are not sure under which life category these events would fall. There are times when the normal things seem to be laden with enigmatic qualities while the down-right bizarre appear to be normal.

Life on Union Avenue is one of these places. Our home is filled with laughter, sobriety, light conversation, and deep discussion about origin and destination. Here are a few of our lighter moments that have brought us joy:

Anna came home one evening and informed us that she had joined a goth band. We informed her that to live in our home their would have to be an approved level of normality. She complied, of course.
This could be the poster child for cocaine abuse, but it is actually the exhausted head of this home after an afternoon of sanding drywall in the basement. Lydia thought that I looked dead. Blessed are the labours of our hands!
I am not sure what you think, but this reminded me of some type of alien ship from the planet Fischer Price. This was Anna's Baby Einstein play gymnasium that her grandma and newly dubbed "opa" got her when she was a month old. Owen has been enjoying it as well, but not without the careful watching eye of his dear sister. (He looks a little creeped out by her.)
Here is another one of the children at play. Here Owen is cheering for joy! "Yeah!"