Three Generations of Overalls

 

 

 

On the topic of overalls and plaid, I would like to say that I am pretty darn excited for gardening this summer with my dadio. We're ordering the seeds this next week!

The Answer

#1. & #2. Now looks like this:

This is my niece Amethyst. I think her dad (my brother Andrew) and I look a lot alike, and I guess it shows even in the next generation.

#3. & #4. Now looks like this:



#5.

(Okay after Christian was first born, Stephen thought Christian looked like Ariel Sharon, and I thought he looked like the Pope John Paul II. I guess we'll see in 70 or so years, eh?)

#6.

At last . . . Christian (after one of his first baths I think.):

Which one is Christian?

#1
(Sorry this picture has odd coloring that makes the clothing look pink.)

#2
#3
#4
#5

#6

Here comes the sun . . .

We've finally got some pictures of Christian smiling, thanks to Becca and Camden.
I have a suspicion that Christian is going to have long eyelashes like his papa, (in fact I think he's going to have a lot of things like his papa) ohhweeeee!

Tangent: I was looking up the Church archive contact information. It had their phone number and then a separate phone number for gifts and donations. I think I should try that fancy idea, eh? I wonder if they would put that in the phone book.

Who's that with a '10 sticker on the back of their car?

That would be me!

Your thoughts

After reading my sister's blog on great money saving ideas from immigrants and the painful process of being rejected on registering the car, I decided that we should try living without a car to see if we could do it. I figured that I could start walking with Kumquat to campus (Stephen usually rides his bike anyway), only visit friends within walking distance, and mooch a ride with my obliging landlady (with good looking posterity) to the grocery store.

I think it only lasted a day before I realized that it's a little tougher than I thought when you've got an adorable fellow not quite 11 lbs, you and he are sick, you hate the cold, and you live on a ridiculous hill. Not that this is any excuse, but let's just say I'm not going to be putting a for sale sign on the not-passing car any time soon, though I am definitely going to be walking more once this cough goes away just to spite the automobile mechanics with seeming absolute power.


My question: Do you think if more people rode their bikes there would be more or less sick days? Would there be more because people wouldn't be able to ride their bikes because they were so sick, or would that mean that people wouldn't spread around so many germs because they wouldn't be at school/work anyway?

p.s. Who are the overachievers who actually register their car on time? Sheesh.

Our serious, but adorable boy

He wouldn't really smile for the camera even though he had been smiling all night long. Stephen went and weighed him yesterday and he's 10lbs 11 oz. He's also over 23 inches.

just because

In preparation for the 2010 Olympics (and in an effort to show my Scottish pride), I thought I'd post some of my favorites of figure ice skating. For me, watching ice skating is the closest thing to watching humans fly. I love that it contains the element of absolute trust and precision, as well as the buff legs. sigh. Enjoy!





In this next one, doesn't seem like this brother and sister team are having so much fun?