Ozone alert

It's been a long time sequestered in this pillow fort. We've been busy. Luckily, we have a big white dry-erase board to keep track of the weeks. As grandpa S pointed out, this is a sure-fire sign of the merciless onset of family life. Pick up boots! Windshield repair! Pediatrician 9:45!

In addition, we continue to entertain grandparents, friends, and now, great-aunts. Last night, spelled by GranmaS and AuntMarg, Liz and I went out to eat dinner, like, together, and...alone. Our solicitous waiter asked us if we were celebrating, possibly because Liz was enjoying a glass of champagne and I a gin martini, and we told him it was our first post-partum dinner date. He told us he has two kids and that they have grandparents two doors down. We lamented the distance between Rowie and the granmas!


However, he seems to be getting along with his sitter very well, and we're pleased with the arrangement.

Here you can see Rowie sharing with his furry sisters.

Big Ro is working on rolling over, grabbing at Davidson Bear and Leon, and honing his parents' patience to a fine point.




We recently had a visit from AuntieB-Nut and Sister C. We tried some of the BBQ from Harrisons Restaurant.

It's been hot as H-E-double hockey sticks down here. That means it's naked baby season.









Me and Rowie listen to lots of NPR. Earlier today a caller on the Diane Ream Show kept cutting Diane off. What kind of a person would cut off Diane Ream??? It's like kicking kittens! Like feeding animal crackers to real animals! Like presidential signing statements! Like Gitmo! Unamerican!

Ro and me weren't mad, we were just a little disappointed.











And, in case you forgot...