Monday, January 7, 2013

Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animals!

Song of the Day: Tears Dry On Their Own by Amy Winehouse

One day, I will post more about our life.

Until then, a speedy post!

1. We had a WONDERFUL Christmas! Loved seeing everyone!

And, that's it. Here are some pictures! We think Adlai may have been exhausted by the end...




























Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Birthday!

Song of the Day: All Must Be Well by Matthew Smith

Short post today, but here's Adlai's first month birthday photo!

Adlai with Edison the dog...Fitz has decided to name all the stuffed animals after famous inventors. A delightful notion. I seconded it.
Our Christmas tree is up! We're getting ready to celebrate Christmas with our loved ones and our lovely one, the munchkin.

Names we call Adlai: our little prince, our little statesman, chieftain, bugaboo, munchkin, hobbit, and other names I can't remember right now...

Very short post. We have a munchkin to attend to!

Monday, December 10, 2012

High Waters

Song of the Day: Don't Shoot Me Santa by The Killers (just the delightful morbid humor Rodgers tend to enjoy...)

Oh, Adlai, you're getting so big so fast!
This is from last night. We like to put him in his stroller and roll into the kitchen when we fix dinner. He likes the sounds of the sink and the oven fan.

I'd also like to point out that hairline. Totally a Fitz trait. That is Fitz hair.

While we were out at Dean and Deluca for lunch on Saturday, a lady came over to admire Adlai, noted his hairline, and then proceeded to comb my hairline to see if he had gotten it from me. I kindly said, No, he gets that from his daddy. Thankfully, Fitz was spared the hairline inspection. Wearing a headband I suppose invites people to investigate.

We suspected Adlai might have been going through a growth spurt last week. He was, after all, three weeks old so therefore due for one, and also begging to be fed almost constantly.

Why it surprised us yesterday, then, to see his sleeves were too short for his arms, I can't tell you. I suppose we just thought he'd always stay cute and small.

He'll always be cute. Just perhaps not so small.