Sunday, November 25, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
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
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
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 . . .
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.
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
I'll let you all know if and when I finally get a job.
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
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.