Please Don't Panic

What's the world coming to? No blog entries in a week?!?!? I know, I take partial responsibility for the economic crisis that has ensued as a result.

But the reality is that we had major computer problems. So major that our computer would be better served as a doormat. I have plans to drive over the hard drive this weekend. Needless to say we are in transition. Thankfully our pictures are safe....and you are safe as long as EGB is here to protect you.

Since there are no new pictures...I've got some flashbacks.

My favorite picture....EGB aka Marshmallow Face

My dream car.

Life before EGB....gone camping with our first son. The furry one.

"Toe Bitin"...The New VP Candidate

I know babies do some odd things. Sometimes with EGB I feel like I'm at the primate exhibit at the zoo. You know the one....baboons with red bottoms slinging doo doo around. Not that EGB has done any doo doo slinging, but she will do some wild monkey tricks. The latest is taking her left foot...not right--still trying to figure out what that means...and putting the big toe in her mouth. Sock or no sock she manages to suck her toe. To no avail, I've tried to discourage this behaviour as it will make obtaining a job more difficult.

She really only did it for 4 days. Then either forgot about it or decided that toes taste nasty.

Nuff said.

Still working on the happiest baby of they year award...
To dispel any rumors that EGB is always happy. Oh no.....it's just that it's harder to get out the camera and start snapping away when fussy fits happen. But here you are, unhappy, but still relentlessly cute, EGB.

The Weekend Of The Red Hat

Typical Colorado weather around here. A/C and Heat needed within 24 hours. Started our first fire of the season. Winter's a-comin......

Speaking of needs--other than a vacation to a Caribbean island to be fed roasted pig and grapes by hand--I must admit that it's challenging to figure out what to do with EGB at this age. I mean there are only so many aerospace engineering books I can read to a 4 month old before she dozes off. Only so many so many Latin songs we can sing. Only so many political campaign tax plans we can read.

In reality, we sing, we dance...It's like the Chorus Line around here...but I wonder if in this hyper-competitive age we should be doing more to prepare her for pre-pre-pre-pre-pre school so that she can get into an Ivy League school by the age of 11. Singing "Pat-A-Cake" is fun and all, but I'm not sure we're making any giant leaps in academic development here. Side note: I thought it was "Patty Cake" all these years. Yes, there was some woman named Patty who made some kick ass cakes and made people clap their hands if they wanted a piece. I was devastated when I just came across the lyrics and realized it's "Pat-A-Cake"....there is no Patty. She's got no cakes. And what are people doing "patting" cakes? What the heck does that do? Maybe "Slap-A-Cake"? Now that sounds like more fun.

Anyway, maybe I'm getting ahead of the game here. We're just gonna let a 4-month old milk gangster be a 4-month old milk gangster. Now when she gets to 5-months......we'll revisit existential philosophers and Tolstoy. In the meantime...we're slappin cakes.

Possibly my favorite picture.....it's the eyes. I know it's not just me because we get comments wherever we go about the depth of her eyes--she can cast spells. We went out to breakfast the other weekend and this guy who was waiting for a table came up and said when he looked over at EGB she looked at him with "grown eyes". I believe she's an old soul.....in the form of a caterpillar milk fiend.

Time to put on the strawberry winter hat and fight the animals in the jungle. Arrrrrr
Went to watch the Dairy Queen play some tennis. Umpire, that ball was in!!!!! Don't make me come over there and squirt strawberry juice out of my head.
Hurry up mom! Miilllk!!!!!

Weekend Recap

This past weekend had some of the same properties as last weekend. Farmers market--except this time Jay went. Hike--different place and EGB cried at the end instead of the beginning of the hike.

However, Papa Dangerous got a night out with some guys on Friday (thanks to wonderful supportive wife). I liken this situation to eating extremely spicy food--it's great when you are eating it (if you're into this sort of thing), but you'll pay the price later (details left out intentionally). The point is that EGB still woke up at 6:30AM with no regard for the fact that her Papa needed at least 8 MORE hours of sleep. Oh well, nothing a few cups of strong coffee couldn't fix.

Showing off some more of that fine EGB wine.

Mama's turn at holding the "prop". She does look like a bald spider monkey. A cute one.

Cue the music. I just wanna dance.

Those cheeks were made for kissin and storing coconuts for the winter.
Woah. It's windy and high up here. Is that a Dairy Queen down there? Let's roll!!
I said Extra-Extra-Small...not Large. Dang, you guys don't know how to shop for me. At least it's warm and shows off my rosy cheeks.
Breaking out. Arm free!