Sunday, August 29, 2010

Rugged guy stuff

G shares his play rug with his puppy, Minnehaha (the tickle bird) and dad's hairy legs.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Reminder of Summer

When visiting Maine, I had some idea that George would really like the ocean.  The waves crashed, the water was its warmest at 56 degrees, and birds screamed at us.  It wasn't his favorite part of the trip.  Though, he liked the sand, and a moment later he coveted the man's yellow shovel (behind us).

Friday, August 27, 2010

My Coney Island Baby

Oldie but goodie photos from our trip to Coney Island last June.



G wanted to snack on something from Nathan's but couldn't decide between the Hot Dog Nuggets and the Corndog on a Stick.  Overwhelmed by the dilemma he stuck with an old favorite, the Fried Stroller Harness.



G tries to convince the Cyclone attendant that he is tall enough to be a passenger.  Unfortunately mom wasn't brave enough to join him.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Baby Called Cannibal By Neighbors

Earlier today neighbors phoned their local precinct regarding a cannibal living in the proximity.  Initially considered a hoax, police finally visited the apartment only to confront a horrible scene.

Police found the boy's father unconscious on the floor of the kitchen.  Seargant Floyd O'Connery McDonnell noticed the man was missing both of his index fingers.  When the baby was asked about the index fingers, he only replied, "Doot."


A face only a mother could love.


Baby shows little concern for father's well-being.


Our fair citizens would surely find this miscreant guilty of all associated charges.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Holy crap!

Yesterday G took the prunes and oatmeal test.  Today we got the results.  Let's just say he passed with flying something-or-other...

*note that this is an oldie but goodie photo taken in D.C. this past June.

Monday, August 23, 2010

US-France Summit Starts With Younger Generation

G would like to congratulate B's folks on gettin' hitched.  He might also be up for a round or two of thumb wrestling.




The boys exchange stories of crazy bachelor parties.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

not just a walk in the park

Here's an oldie but a goodie (we have a bunch of photos, etc, from missed June/July posts that we'll try to share with you as time permits)

July 2010

George would like to express his thoughts on the Central Park Carousel.  Note that this is his opinion and it looks as if it was not shared by his fellow jockeys (dad and Auntie Alicia).

Friday, August 20, 2010

Reforming the mid-region

Little G shows off his great knowledge of the reformer (the pilates machine that looks eerily like a torture device).


Step 1: adjust the straps for a snug and slightly uncomfortable fit.




Step 2: moisten the buckle.




Step 3: puff your cheeks up and hold your arms out to create the illusion of a very flat core.



Step 4: repeat steps 1-3.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Goodbye big apple, hello miniapple...

We made the big move from NYC to Minneapolis in early August, and we're settling in nicely. The kitties, dad, and grandad survived the 25 hour roadtrip (yes, they drove straight through the night in true Midwestern fashion). Fionn spent most of that time snuggled into great-grandma's chair while Ernie schemed from within the litter box.  Somewhere around Madison, WI (hour 19) Ernie scaled the barrier and appeared, as if from the heavens, in the rearview mirror. He meowed once to voice his opinion of the move and settled into the last few hours of the trip as a passenger seat lap kitty.

G and mom flew in style (well, on an airplane, anyway).  G had a bit of trouble with his ears on the landing and someone a few rows back loudly complained "Stop crying baby, you're making me mad."  Everyone is happy that the Ol'cocks will be staying put for a while.

There's finally a schedule forming that includes the all important blogging hour.  Please don't hold our absence against us; we have tons of super awesome stuff to share with you!

Little G is enjoying his very own room; the cats are upset that they have to share all of the other rooms and don't even get bunk beds, but they're pleased to be back on the third floor.  The best thing is we finally have a proper place to hang the Johnny Jump-up.

Hugs to all and we hope to see you here often!