Wednesday, May 4, 2011
We made it! One whole year. We have been parents for an entire year, and Ginny's still putting up with us! Yes, our darling girl is growing up for real. Here she is on her birthday morning with gorgeous bed-head.
And later on, in her birthday outfit and with Daddy's ukulele. What a nice Daddy!
Uh, maybe Daddy needs to be more discriminating with who he lends his ukulele to....
She has no idea what yummy deliciousness is about to come her way.
Uh-oh, firebug in the making!
This was her first real experience with chocolate, and she didn't quite know what to make of it....
...but at least she was nice enough to share with Mommy.
In the end, she did not become the chocolate addict that Daddy feared (and Mommy secretly hoped), but from that smile, it looks like it was a successful birthday party!
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Post Script: I did start this post way back in the beginning of May like it says, but what with the end of classes, graduation, and moving, I only just finished it off today (June 26). Sorry for the delay on the birthday pictures, everyone.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Tim's Twenties died today, March 4, 2011 due to causes relating to age. He was 10 years old. He died in Somerville, Massachusetts.
Tim's Twenties was born in Dobrich, Bulgaria, while serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Upon completion of his mission, he moved to Utah to complete a degree in psychology. Tim's Twenties left Utah after graduation and ended up in Maryland, after a brief stop in Chicago to install security systems. A return to his ancestral home was a welcome experience for Tim's Twenties. He recalled, "I always wanted to return to the land of my forefathers." Perhaps is was fate, as Tim's Twenties met the love of his life, Rebecca's Twenties, in Maryland. They married on September 16, 2006, but Rebecca's Twenties died only two years later, on October 5, 2008. While in Maryland, Tim's Twenties found work and started graduate school at the Harvard University Extension School. At the time of his death, he was living in Somerville, Massachusetts so he could finish his last semester. He was due to graduate in May. He is survived by Tim's Thirties.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
A couple of weeks ago, Ginny figured out how to push herself up into a sitting position. Yay! Great job girl!! Oh, except that now, she doesn't want to lie down at all anymore. Not even when she's really really really tired. Instead, she likes to sit with her feet dangling out of the crib, slapping her palms against the rail and babbling. So stinkin' adorable! But, oh my goodness, where did my good little sleeper go?
Sometimes after a half-hour of being silly, she'll finally lie down and go to sleep. Sometimes she won't, and even going in there to calm her and rock her quietly doesn't help, and the nap just gets skipped. And then sometimes--a few times anyway--I've caught her sitting up, dead asleep, head bobbing like there's no tomorrow. Poor girl! I had heard that babies get excited by their new-found physical skills and that disrupts napping for a while, but it's been two weeks...isn't it supposed to get better? Or could she possibly be ready to drop her morning nap already? (That reminds me...she's 10 months old today! Your birthday's a comin' soon, little lady!) Anybody out there want to give some input?
PS. Look for her two cute little teeth in the third photo.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
This is my commute:
Which leaves me plenty of time to do stuff like this:
Everyday is Take Your Daughter to Work Day.
Everyday also seems to be Dump Lots of Snow on New England Day.
But we weather it well, and I've got my girls to keep me in good company.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Wow. The last 48 hours have been quite a whirlwind. We're not even supposed to be here yet. We had planned to leave early Saturday morning, but then we learned of a coming snowstorm, so we kicked it into high gear and within 36 hours of deciding to leave, we packed, drove 455 miles north on I-95 (more or less), unpacked (getting yelled at by a grumpy old man for trespassing on his driveway), and crashed on an Ikea futon bed (don't ask how it was, I was too tired to care).
I worked a full day today (from my bedroom...we'll see how long I think that's "wicked awesome"), while Rebecca went exploring to find food. She's now putting Ginny down to bed, and I'm unwinding on the couch.
Here are a few of my favorite things about this apartment:
- The grumpy old man next door. Think Jack Nicholson meets the guy from the "Who broke my window" commercial.
- Central radiator heating. Every few hours (even at night) the pipes make a whole bunch of clanking noises that are really loud. I googled "central radiator heating" and near the top of the list are two youtube videos on how to remove radiators.
- I went downstairs to the basement and there's a large iron cover of some sort on one of the walls that says "Patented 1914."
- We get to fight roaches again!
- The hardwood floors keep everything nice and quiet.
- The gas stove and oven that will probably explode upon our attempt at using them.
- A cupboard full of hard liquor (vodka, brandy, rum), another full of wine, and beer in the fridge. If I were a drinker, I would probably have a lot of respect for her collection.
But seriously folks, so far we are extremely happy with the place, especially since the first time we laid eyes on it was when we walked through the door yesterday. It's nicely decorated and in a great neighborhood.
And a special shout out to Dad, without whose help we would have failed miserably.
We'll try to post pictures soon.