Buzz E. Bee

Dewd, he's bigger'n me!

Parrots of the World

As kids, Ken and I used to go to the same pet store to obsess over the fruit bat that they had there. Today, after meeting mommy's mommy (apparently what I used to call my grandmother as a baby) and mommy's mommy's mommy (the same grandmother's new title) for lunch, we took the little biscuit to the same store. It's WAY cooler now. There were a few owls, a raven, a kookaburra, a whole mess of other birds and animals and the same damn twenty-year-old fruit bat. I didn't know it was this guy's store. Ken's back was turned and heard him talking from across the room and knew who it was.

In his big ol' noggin, Ken has a tremendous catalog of people's voices. When watching a cartoon, he can identify the voice of an unknown actor who had a ten second, walk-on role in an obscure 1970s sitcom that was cancelled after two episodes. Even creepier, he can also do this in reverse. Every time I run to check teh internets, and every time he's right. I can barely identify my own freaking family when they're on the phone!

Lucky Daddy

Big Mr. Biscuit's silly dancing last night was rewarded with a huge burst of laughter from little mr. biscuit. He had been working on laughing for a few weeks and I've been doing silly thing after silly thing. Lucky, stoopid daddy.

Yoga boys

I took a prenatal Yoga class to prevent monster leg cramps. The six other women

that I met all had boys. This is Abbott, Vaughn and Jack.

Happy $%#@!?& Valentine's Day!

All about Valentine's Day.

Less fat, more filling

The little mister has never been a soft like a baby...more like a solid brick s%#@house. Despite not gaining and weight, he has apparently shot up an inch. He doesn't have the rolls he used to have - more chins than a Chinese laundry sez Great Grandma Biscuit - I can feel his ribs and he doesn't have the immense backfat roll that used to buttress his head.

Lucky little creep

I was under the impression that all photo ID pictures were supposed to be crappy. So much so that I purposefully make contorted faces now. The little booger had a perfect passport photo taken today - smiling and everything - doesn't get that from my side of the family. Evidence to follow once I dig the car out and get to a scanner.

Plateau

He hasn't gained an ounce in two whole weeks. Well, he's also gotten his first cold... from Mama, the Disease Vector.

The King's Singers

Last night, after Paige's birthday party, Ken found out that these guys were in the U.S. - here of all places - and would be performing in about an hour. We made it! The little biscuit had a bit of a rough start, he didn't like it when the lights - the beloved lights - got turned down. He eventually calmed down (outside the theater) enough to enjoy the concert. We even met the singers afterward to get autographs and offer apologies for the little outburst. They were so cool!

Happy Birthday, Paige!!

Eleven and a Half Pounds

Bathtime

Heading home from Michigan

4 Generations of Biscuits

The big surprise this weekend: Pa Biscuit realized he couldn't pass up the opportunity for four generations to be together and flew out to Michigan, literally hunted us down, and found us in Grandma's post-church restaurant.

Quality time with Great Grandma

1st Swim

So, the pool at the
hotel was ridiculously warm. The little man
loved paddling around and, as usual, went
screaming bonkers when taken out.

Katie, Aunt Shannie, Uncle Keith

Great Grandma and Great Grandpapa

An angel gets his wings...

The flights went much better than I expected.
I thought the changing pressure would just be horrible for someone who can't clear his ears, but it didn't seem to bother him. Plus, everyone really goes out of their way to help you out when you're travelling with an infant. A super-adorable infant.

Detroit Airport

We had a 3 hour stop in Detroit and someone suggested we take him to the tunnel between the terminals. Music AND a light show. We walked up and down for nearly an hour and afterward, the regular lights in the terminals were just not as satisfying.

Car full of babies!!

We went out today with Nora and little Jack, the tax break wonderbaby, born during the closing hours of December 31.

"Great" Great-Grandmas

He's got a way with the ladies!

Twins, perhaps?

Yesterday, we went shopping for some supplies for Ken's new office. A little girl - maybe six years old - was slyly following us around, trying to peek at the baby. She finally got up the nerve to come over and said, "We have a baby just like that at home...except her name's Megan."

Smiley-pants.

There has never been a smiley-er baby in the history of the universe.

Little Slacker

Ken is moving into his new office space, complete with coffee machine, mini fridge and office plants. On moving day, there's always one person not pulling their weight:

Happy New Year