Baby Frank

Don sometimes calls Tony "Baby Frank." Having never had an interest in the Rat Pack, I didn't catch the reference right away. Don was kind enough to clue me in to his little joke: apparently our son looks like Frank Sinatra. What do you think?

Best Friends

Our dog Roobin is on cloud nine these days because his best friend Ann is staying with us while her family is out of town. She is about 6 months old, which is perfect for Roob who, at almost a year and a half, still acts like he's six months. They have so much fun playing tug, as you can see by the shredded debris of what used to be a blanket. As much fun as trashing my yard is, their all time favorite game is face chewing. Here we see Ann going for a knockout punch, which is cheating according to the official rules of face-chew. Roobin wins by default.

Breakfast in Bed

I gave Roobin his bowl this morning, and this is how he decided to eat it. Apparently getting out of his house was too much effort today.

You can see by his smile that he thought this was pretty clever of him.

Ready for Church

Tony and Don looked so handsome all dressed up for church. It was Tony's first time going, and he was so well behaved! We only stayed for the first hour, and he slept the whole time.

Tony's First Bath

We gave Tony his first "sit in the water" bath when he was two weeks old. I take his one-eye-half-shut look to mean he is thinking about if he likes it or not...

(There is no need to tell him that his naked baby photos were online)

Jumping In

I've never blogged before. In fact, I've often thought over the years, what is this blogging, and why do people do it? What could be so appealing about making your life story available to millions of strangers- isn't this the exact opposite of what we have all been told since we were first able to speak?

"Mieka, make sure you don't talk to strangers, and don't eat anything off the ground. Now go play."

"I know Mom, and I promise I won't." Well, at least not until I'm a grown up and I have so many important things to say, and I just have to tell someone, anyone, before I burst!

Sorry Mom. At least I still don't eat off the ground.