Friday, June 29, 2007
And just like the song says, now we're leaving New York, for no better place (a.k.a. Jersey City). I mean, sure, I'm still working in midtown, but we're moving to a different state! That's dramatic.
"No Better Place"
Is that supposed to be your poker face
Or was someone run over by a train
And you were minding your own business
But you're begging for forgiveness just the same
And it's running back and forth inside your mind
Just how that town defined you
Dressed you up, painted your face
And now you're leaving New York
For no better place
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
The sacrifical baby awaits his stabbing.
Poor Beckett had to get two shots in each leg. Here is a close up of those chunky, wounded thighs.
He screamed during the actual shots but calmed down pretty well afterward. He was fussy and a little ornery the rest of the day, but he spent most of the time sleeping so it worked out okay. Today he was back to his talkative, cheerful self.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
(This is Chris' plea: Please share with us your favorite Mexican restaurants in New York or anywhere else in the comments section. I thank you in advance)
This wasn't quite as good, but it's definitely one of, if not the, best we've been to in New York. Beckett was a little peeved he did not get to try the coconut flan, but he did pretty good other than that brief whining. Here they are in front of Lupe's with my poor camera work.
By the way do you love our glowing, space age stroller? Everyone in Manhattan has one.
Beckett got his Dad a nice card and accessories for daddy's new toy for Father's Day. Ironically, Daddy hadn't received his new present yet, but daddy's present from mommy was on its way (and yes, it is pink). We don't actually have any pictures of Chris with his presents because it's much cuter to see Beckett. So here's Beckett handing his Dad a card, and he wrote it all by himself (okay he had a little help.)
Please ignore my lovely smashed up double chin.
Finally Chris had to honor himself for being an awesome Dad so he got Beckett a little token to help proclaim to the world his parenting prowess.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
These four little guys were born within a month of each other. Beckett is the 3rd oldest. From Beckett clockwise it goes Matthew (oldest), Sheldon (next oldest), Stu (youngest).
I guess Sheldon's ability to roll over peaked Beckett's interest and competitive side. Not to be left out or considered a "baby" by his older friends Beckett chose to roll over for the first time ever. Then he proceeded to do it 2 more times! I thought it was a fluke but since he did it three times in one day I figured he knew what he was doing. Unfortunately he would not perform his trick for Daddy or his visiting grandma when we got home. So the big question is, was it a fluke or has he really mastered rolling over? He wasn't even 7 weeks old (although he was only 1 day shy) and according to the following chart that's pretty early.
When did your baby roll over?
Q: How old was your baby when he rolled over front to back?
Younger than two months
Older than five months
Friday, June 8, 2007
My friend Michelle just had her fourth baby today! Here she is just a day ago.
And here she is with Sara and Sheryl.
I hear he's probably going to be named Gabriel (not sure of the spelling).
He was 6 lb 7 oz and 19 inches long.
So many babies! We're all praying that he's fine. He was a little early and things look good now, but we'll keep him in our thoughts until we're sure he's in the clear.
Here's Lavette saying goodbye as we leave to go to Daddy's office. (We left in disgrace as Beckett was wearing jeans which were not appropriate work attire as one partner pointed out.)
After socializing at my office it was time to get down to business and be productive at Daddy's office.
All in all it was a successful day. Beckett received several job offers despite his inadvisable choice of clothing. Now he just has to decide if he wants to be a CPA or an attorney.
No cute pictures, but I think Dawnell's working on something for you. While you are at it, check out our old friends with the new blog, Dave and Candace! They are doing a Flip That House style makeover, but they are actually moving in to their flip. Good luck guys!
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
Like his parents Beckett was ready to get out of his church clothes and eat.
Friday, June 1, 2007
The Sports Guy's article on ESPN dot com about the game ended up using a couple of analogies to video games to describe just how dominant LeBron was last night, as though comparing LeBron to actual players would have cheapened the experience. The comparisons are apt, as the easiest (if not best) strategy in basketball video games is to give the ball to your main guy and just go to the hoop. I almost feel like doing that cheapens the integrity of the video game, so I'll frequently be looking for ways to get all of my teammates involved when playing video game basketball. Clearly I was raised in a town where John Stockton was idolized and not, say, Stephon Marbury. But last night proved that LeBron is a video game, and the Cavaliers actually do use the strategy of playing one on five, and it actually works. (Rant: thanks to the ridiculously bad defense of the Pistons. The Cavs had at least one guy on the court at all times who was a ridiculously bad offensive basketball player, either Eric Snow or Andy Varejao. I have no idea why Detroit didn't run a box and one at LeBron, or just run a freaking double team at him to make him pass. I mean, he literally scored the last 25 points! At some point don't you consider giving Eric Snow the chance to beat you? I would have rather given Eric Snow a wide-open two foot layup last night than let LBJ jack up a 30 foot fade-away three point shot. I'm not exaggerating. And yet there went LeBron, right down the middle of the lane...)
I've had some kind of stomach flu or something since Memorial Day which has me down, so I ended up going to sleep last night around 7:30 after getting home. I was feeling so under the weather I wasn't even up to watching re-runs of the three best comedies on TV (and for us 30 Rock isn't a re-run, since we've just now gotten into it).
So, when did I wake up? With 6 minutes left in the fourth quarter, right before the LeBron experience began. Now that's what you call a Basketball Sixth Sense. I may not see dead people, but I know when it's time to watch greatness.