Sunday, November 25, 2007

Gradual School

I have (finally) completed my graduate school applications - all that's left is to print and mail a few copies of the edited version of my thesis, for those schools that wanted a paper and not an electronic writing sample. And then I have to wait three months before I know whether I've gotten in anywhere or not. The final list is as follows, for anyone who cares: Harvard, Yale, Brown, University of Chicago, University of Virginia, and Rice (several of which are within an easy day's drive from Baltimore, where my brother is doing graduate work at Johns Hopkins).

Monday, November 19, 2007

Ella's First Dance Recital


Ella had her first dance recital a few days ago - she looks very cute in her costume, right? And she danced pretty well, considering that she's barely five and has only been in dance classes for three months.
Aside from that, the recital was terrible. The low point was a tap routine performed by a few dozen middle school girls to the song "Eye of the Tiger" - and it was only the low point by a little bit. I'm probably a bad father for saying this, but I hope Ella decides she doesn't really like dance, so I don't have to go through this again next year.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Ah, the Good Life

Here's Jack, in one of his rare moments of alert contentedness - enjoying the simple things in life, a full belly and a comfortable chair. All he needs is a pipe and a scotch.

That's a joke, of course. I won't let him smoke or drink until he's much older - 6 or 7, at least.
That was a joke, too. This is like the title credits to Monty Python and the Holy Grail; get ready for the llamas.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Proof That They Got Along, Once

For a few short minutes, the couch was occupied by a sleeping baby and his big sister, who was happily watching Spongebob Squarepants and content to cuddle with her baby brother. And then, of course, Jack started fussing and Ella decided she wanted to do something else, which naturally required making a mess of the living room. But for a few short minutes . . .

Jack's Feet-prints


When we went back to the birth center for Jack & Lorna's ten-day check-up, they put his footprints on the wall, as is their custom - there are baby prints everywhere.
Anyway, these are his feet, and Ella's thumb-prints.
And speaking of Jack's feet: today, while we were all in the car, Ella informed us that Jack's feet smelled like "fresh baby feet" - which is what they are, so I guess that's good. Even so, "fresh" and "feet" are two words that generally don't keep company with one another.

A Sign of Autumn


Amazingly, the smaller of the oaks in our front yard has decided to defy the never-ending summer we're having this year and stop being green. I'm sure the leaves will all be brown soon, since the red they turned is almost brown anyway, but I imagine this is as good as it's going to get this year.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Week Two of (Almost) Unemployment

Halfway into my second week of barely working at Starbucks, and consequently not making very much money, I still don't have a new job. I had an interview today, and with luck will have a few more before the weekend, so I'm not quite panicking - yet. I've applied at all kinds of places, including ones I don't really want to work at - but they'd all be better than where I am now, and, God willing, I won't have to do any of it past next August, because I'll be at grad school somewhere, and not slinging coffee or answering phones or selling shoes.
I'll let you all know if and when I finally get a job.

Jack and (Aunt) Celia


She looks happy in the picture, but right before I took it, she looked terrified - like she was going to break him or he was going to eat her. Or poop on her.
In her defense, he was only three days old at the time (yes, it took me almost two weeks to post the picture), and she claimed to not have much prior experience with babies. And he did poop on her fiance a week later.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

"Is that mustard?"


My brother was in town over the weekend, and Saturday night we had dinner over at my parents' house with him and his fiance. Toward the end of dinner, Jeff wanted to hold his nephew, so I handed Jack over - and a few minutes later noticed an orangish-brown stain on Jeff's shirt. Jack had done his uncle the honor of pooping on him, at almost their first meeting. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it was still funny.
Jeff's threatened to tell the story at Jack's 15th birthday, but I imagine it will be well-worn by then. Poop stories are great.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Elanor

Ella wearing a necklace she made at her Nana's house.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

How Long Can You Tread Water?



Does it seem odd to anyone else that for two days running Ella arranged her animals in her car, climbed on top, and asked to have her picture taken? I guess it's not that odd. She likes to have her picture taken, if she's in the right mood, and she likes to arrange her animals like they're an audience or a class full of children. Maybe it's the sitting on top of the car that pushes it into not-quite-normal.
Of course, we like her that way.

The Texas Department of Public Safety

Man, I love going to the DPS: the hum of the flourescent lights: the smell of government-issue bathroom cleaner; those same pale beige linoleum tiles that covered the floors of every public school I ever set foot in; the lady behind the counter who writes "LOST" on the paperwork despite the fact that I told her my driver's license was stolen, and who tells me as I'm leaving, with just a hint of smugness, to "hang on to" the temporary license she's given me; and, of course, the opportunity to give the government money. I love giving the government money.

And I got to go, not once, but twice, today, this very afternoon, to stand in line and sign little forms to replace that little card that says I'm me because some lowlife stole my wallet and went shopping with my credit card. It was awesome.

Baby Burrito

Aside from the fact the we didn't own the ottoman Jack's on five years ago, this could be a picture of Elanor. For one thing, that's one of her old blankets. But more than that, he just looks like she did at that age. He even makes the same faces. It's almost uncanny.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Not Winston Churchill

Here's Jack in a relatively good mood. Handsome little guy - gets that from me, of course.

Prehensile Toes

It's a little hard to tell from the photos, but Jack's got my brother's toes - the big toe is practically opposable. In a few short years, his uncle will be teaching him to pick things up and pinch his dad. Awesome.

Jack's Birth


Jack being examined by Carol the midwife.



A very proud big sister.



Chris, Ella, and Jack.