day threeeightyone

Dad's away at school studying for exams, and mom is momentarily disposed with finding a broom.






In the meanwhile, I'll help myself to some Cheerios . . .






. . . and I think I'll make a chicken quesadilla.

New Post coming soon

We've got some great pictures coming, but we just need to decide which ones to use. Don't give up on us.

day threeseventytwo

I was a little miffed by the lack of birthday comments I received, but I suppose many of you are timid and apprehensive of leaving comments on the world wide web, believing that somehow your personal identity or credit card information could be stolen by such risky activities.

Anyway, it's been hot and sunny in the classic city, and I fortunately have a roof on the modified rickshaw that my parents are constantly toting me around in. The pictures are for all of you, both the savvy and the wary.



Go ahead. Leave a comment. No one is watching.

Happy Birthday to Me - now do we start over with counting days, or keep going?

365 days ago, I was born. Where has the time gone? What was I doing a year ago today, you must be asking yourself? Furthermore, what have you spent the last year doing?

Maybe you met all four sets of your quarterly goals, and your portfolio increased its value. Maybe you are among the dozen or so women I know to give birth in the past year. Maybe you became a dad for a second time. Or you ran a marathon. Or you survived yet another Chicago winter. Or you passed your PhD comps. Or you started your own private law practice. These are all noble accomplishments, and I commend you for them.

But at the end of the day, are they anything compared to:

1. adjusting to life outside of a womb
   
2. learning to breathe through the mouth and nose
   
3. learning to eat through the mouth
4. learning to scream
5. learning to drink from a cup
6. learning to stand up
7. growing teeth
8. growing hair, getting it cut, and growing it back
9. sleeping 11 hours in a row on a regular basis
10. moving to the Classic City
11. sitting in the bathtub by myself
12. eating hundreds of Cheerios, one at a time
    
13. smiling and laughing on demand
14. occasionally eating rocks

The answer is clearly in the negative. So to celebrate my superiority, we had a little birthday party. Grandpa and YaYa came down for the festivities. Riotous it was indeed.

The birthday cupcakes mom made:
















Going,
















going,
















gone.

I'm coming to find you in Birmingham!

Ha ha ha! The domain data for Number 5,000 is:

uab.edu

Apr 6 2006

11:12:37 am

1

0:00

You know who you are. More importantly I know who you are! Uncle Sidney, you can play this off on Aunt Millie, and vice versa, but you share the same mailbox. I will be arranging with cousin Connor to determine exactly the right time to strike with my 'present.'

HIT ALERT!!!!

27 more hits, and we'll be at 5,000. The 5 thousandth visitor gets a stinky diaper in their mailbox. He he he he he he he he he he!

I know where to find you!

Ha ha!




Ha!

day threefiftynine - 6 more days of being zero years old

It's been a good week. I only had to wear pants a few times -I'm getting to wear my 'bubbles' as mom likes to call them. Dad calls them 'eggsuits' for the Humpty Dumpty-esque visage they evoke.

What else? Dad turned 30. We rocked out at the law skool talent show (yes, the 'Law Revue') at the 40 Watt. Mom made an awesome tart, with strawberries. Some kids are allergic to strawberries, but I haven't had one hive since I tried that tart.































I supposedly saw Great Uncle Tom yesterday. I think he was actually my maternal granddad, because they talk and look really similar and both have beards. Regardless, it was big fun.
















compare with this guy, my real granddad















Saw Maddie yesterday. She is growing like a weed. Her blog is also growing like kudzu (see link to right), slowly overtaking all acclaim originally reserved for me. She'll rue the day when she realizes that the changes kind of slow down in a month or two. Then you'll all come back to me. Yes.