Monday, November 17, 2008

Don't pay the ransom. I've escaped!

Okay, I've been a bad, bad blogger. Between one, two or three members of the household having a cold for the last month, adjusting to the new day care (or as we call it, baby school) routine, some travel, some birthday activities and getting ready to transition to a new job within SAS (starting Dec. 1 I will become SAS' first-ever social media manager), there hasn't been a lot of time or energy for baby blogging. Which is a damn shame because the boy is cuter than ever, and doing all kinds of stuff like pulling up and cruising and feeding himself hippie Cheerios substitutes and babbling and pointing at things and going "Hoohoo!" when he's proud of some recent accomplishment. I have captured almost all of that in photos and some of it in video, and I promise I will upload as much as possible in the next week.

In the meantime, I offer you a photo Bonnie shot of Conrad at our neighborhood park, which may be the best photo ever. Of anyone. By anyone. Of all time.

That's our happy boy.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Happy Birthday Marcus

Today is my nephew, Marcus', 13th birthday. Happy birthday Marcus from Aunt Jean, Uncle Dave and your adoring cousin Conrad!

One of my favorite stories about Marcus is when he was about 3 years old. I think it must have been the Spring, around the time of my niece's and sister in law's birthday. He picked up a flier from the newspaper that had a picture of a bike and brought it to my brother and sister in law and said, "Happy birthday Marcus". In other words, "Get me this bike".

This year, my parents got Marcus a 16 Gb chip. We asked him what he was going to do with it and he said something about video games. Given what he's done with his PSP, I think the providers of our national communications systems should be concerned.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

He's not just cute, he's crafty.

At baby school last week he was having a tug of war with one of his classmates over a toy. He wanted it and she wasn't giving it up. He picked up another toy and offered it to her. She took the new toy and put down the one he wanted. Which he then picked up.

Our little grifter.