Friday, September 29, 2006

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

RetroPoD: 9.27.2005

One year ago today Graham was yawning.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Fun with a Sleeping Daddy

Hmm...Daddy is sleeping, and his mouth is open.
I'm sure that he loves my finger in his mouth.
This is getting boring...time to wake him up!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Christmas List

Remember the old Tickle-Me Elmo dolls? I never understood why parents would fight one another to death in line at Wal-Mart for those stupid things. The new ones, however, are another story. Check out this video from YouTube. I've watched it three or four times, and it gets funnier every time I see it. This is a funny toy. In fact, I think I--er, that is, Graham--is getting this for Christmas. If I can beat off the other parents at Wal-Mart. I suppose I could order it online, but this is a rite of passage into parenthood that I've been looking forward to for some time.

The GrahamCam: I'm Gonna Gitcha!

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

GPoD: 9.20.2006

Ah, the simple pleasures of life: there's just nothing quite like a mouth full of Nilla Wafers.

All in a Good Day's Work...

This last weekend I was wandering around in the woods behind our house when I noticed that large red oak tree had died. Sad as I was to lose this beautiful tree, I lost no time in getting out my chainsaw and adding substantially to my woodpile. I probably won't burn this stuff till next year, but it's good to have one's fuel supply in such good shape. Just look at that beautiful wood. There's no more enjoyable way to spend an afternoon than out in the woods (in moderate temperatures, of course) imbibing the mixed aromas of 2-cycle engine exhaust and fresh wood chips. Bumpa would have loved it.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Trip to Minnesota

This weekend Graham and Sarah went home to visit baby Gabriel, only a couple of weeks old. Graham looks like a giant kraken compared to this little guy.

Here's Graham eating breakfast with Grampy Slinger.

Here's our little goblin making scary faces at Pippin with Grampy Fink.

Awww. Asleep in his grandmummy's lap.

Out for a crawl on his own.

"Anybody got a light?"

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

GPoD: 9.13.2006

Why won't my pants stay up?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

GPoD: 9.12.2006: Decisions, Decisions

Graham couldn't decide which book we should read before his nap today. He finally settled on Bill Martin and Eric Carle's Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What do you Hear?

Monday, September 11, 2006

GPoD: 9.11.2006

"Brown bear, brown bear, what do you see?"
"I see a grumpy little goblin staring at me."

Saturday, September 09, 2006

GPoD: 9.9.2006

Ah, the simple pleasures of life: sitting outside on the grass with a sippy cup full of juice listening to live music--and all this on a beautiful summer day. Today Graham went to his first pig pickin'. As part of my duties as a reserve chaplain at Pope AFB, I was asked to put together a kickoff event for the singles ministry. The brilliant idea I came up with was a North Carolina style shindig, including live bluegrass music, standup comedy, and a slow roasted, whole pig. Everything went off without a hitch. The music was supplied by a band from Raleigh called Kickin' Grass, and they were fantastic. The comedy was first-rate. And the food . . . ah, the food. I drove down to Pope last night and got a room in the Q's. Then, at 0200 (that's 2am for you civilians) I fired up the grill and hefted the 120 lb. pig onto the rack (I had some help with that maneuver). The old gal slow-cooked away for twelve hours over a bed of charcoal and hickory wood, only to be finished off with an apple vinegar barbeque sauce. By 1500 (that's 3pm) the meat was falling off the bone and I could restrain the eager hordes of pig pickers no longer. Some serious arterial damage followed. Graham insisted on a taste, little carnivore that he is, and the goldfish crackers soon lost all appeal.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

GPoD: 9.7.06

Graham has developed himself a knack for crawling into awkward positions whence he cannot easily extract himself. Case in point is the fireplace hearth. Oh, it's easy enough to crawl up onto it. But getting down again, that's another story. Usually he sits there for a few minutes examining possible routes of descent, and then wisely concludes that he needs some help to make it safely down. Here's him letting us know that a helping hand would be much appreciated.


Sarah Sours is right: this really is the funniest website ever--or at least right up there. Here's one of my favorites:

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

GPoD: 9.5.2006

I'm 13 months old. Check out my new trick!

Monday, September 04, 2006


As you can see, we're not quite walking yet. But an evening with Isaac Miraldi (eight months Graham's senior, and thus highly mobile on his own two feet) last night has convinced our little fellow to redouble his efforts at walking. It won't be long now....


Here is our new ride. We bought it on Saturday from a wholesaler in Tinton Falls, NJ. That's right: New Jersey. Sarah has been pining for a VW Passat wagon to serve as her mommymobile ever since Graham came into existence. We found a great deal this last week, and I flew up to take possession on Saturday. It was a long ride home, but I certainly put the car through its paces as we sloshed through the remains of Tropical Storm Ernesto. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Welcome to the World, Baby Estrella!

Our dear friends Erika and Reggie Estrella became the proud parents of Gabriel Scott Estrella yesterday at 4:13 pm. He weighs 6'5" and is 20 1/2 " long. Welcome to the world, little Gabriel! We are so excited to meet you!

GPoD: 9.2.2006

Graham helped me with laundry yesterday.

Friday, September 01, 2006

GPoD: 9.1.2006

Graham has been feeling pretty crummy the last few days--low fever, a light rash, and a general malaise. He was in to see the doctor yesterday, and all this was described as a virus, most likely. He seems to be on the mend--today was the first day in a while he felt ready to consent to be photographed. He's not his sweet chipper self, though. Hang in there, buddy.