This is the first photo Aren took for our blog. It was actually two exposures (adding the third would have made the subjects too blurry). And we used a tripod. Daddy doesn’t want to start up Photoshop, so everyone has to hold really still. Way to go, Aren!
Chris
Erysse plays hop on pop with Chris. She’s been taking lots of little catnaps during the day, leaving her parents more opportunities to entertain her.
While Daddy went to Mars on the new Mission: Space attraction at Epcot, Grandma and Grandpa took me to Norway. Mommy dragged us through The Land and the Living Seas, too. I especially liked the manatees. When Daddy was finished he ate lots of ginger ice cream. Something about a rough landing, he said.
Mom and Dad were surprised to find extra teeth in my mouth this afternoon. It’s taken a long time, but two of my lower molars have finally pushed through. I didn’t believe Mommy when she said I would still get more teeth. How many? Daddy let me count his.
Mom and Dad taught me how to swim today – well, almost. I can float. I can paddle. But I can’t quite get the hang of swimming long distances yet. Since I live in the Keys, I imagine it won’t be long before I can do a couple of nautical miles on my own. It’s [...]
Mommy and Daddy took me to the African-American Research Center in Fort Lauderdale for a Fulbright meeting. But being a baby, I just couldn’t keep quiet. Even though Daddy asked me nicely.
The part I like best about the Key Largo pool is the big pirate ship in the kids’ section. Daddy pretended to be Blackbeard and I tried to swim away. ‘Course, it would help if I could actually swim.
For my last day in Manhattan, Grandma and Grandpa snuck me in to the American Museum of Natural History. I got the skinny on dinosaurs and then we took a walk through Central Park.
Jetting off to New York to see Grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Kaia. These early morning flights make me soooo tired. Daddy, too. Betcha you can’t fall asleep with a bottle in your mouth, like this.
Mommy wanted to get a picture of Daddy and me with Jaws at Universal Studios. Then Daddy had this bright idea of trying to feed me to the shark. Silly Daddy, sharks don’t eat babies! They eat travel writers who wear cheap sunglasses.
I wanted a mohawk with green and purple spikes. Daddy said he had no problem with that, but Mommy thought the punk look would be a little out of place in the Easter service. So we settled on the James Bond do.
Sun Valley, Idaho, has the best hot springs. Most of the hotel guests at the Sun Valley Lodge didn’t mind sharing the pool with a baby, but a few of them gave me the looks when they saw me. They didn’t have to worry – I kept it together the whole time.
I don’t know what Daddy’s looking at, but I can see Mommy. Hey, over here! It’s getting hot in the sun and I’m just about ready for a glass of milk and a cookie.
Mommy left us guys together to ‘bond’ while she runs off and goes scuba diving for Amy Slate’s. Don’t worry Daddy, she’ll let you go diving again soon. There, there.
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