Announcing Sophia Eleanor

Born 4/24/08 @ 10:37 am
8 lbs 12 oz
21.25"

Happy Birthday Mandy!

22 is a wonderfully symmetric age.  It's funny, I was trying to call you on Skype today to figure out if it was, indeed, your birthday, and when I clicked on your name to call you, it told me it was your birthday!  But I still called.  

Love you! xo

Sledding!

This weekend really rocks.  It started out as a stressful bohemoth looming on the horizon, where we had all of these things we needed to do and not a whole lot of prospects for fun.  And then it snowed, and everything was cancelled!  This is all to explain how my blog productivity has just increased 1,000 fold.

I thought I'd post this video of Ella's first sled ride... too fun...

Happy Birthday Ella!

Happy Birthday Mandy!

In honor of your birthday, I have prepared a special "south park" Mandy just for you.

As I'm sure you can tell, this represents well your angelic, skype-luvin, psychiatric, star wars fanatical self. Excellent resemblance, no?

I'm sorry I haven't been in touch recently. I've tried to call your 614 skypein number, but it appears to be disconnected. Life has been very hectic recently - we'll talk soon! You're the best sister ever! (as are all my sisters!) Love you! I love exclamation marks!

- B.

Ella's First Christmas

Ella's first Christmas was primarily dominated with several attempts to eat wrapping paper, and/or the presents within the wrapping paper.

Ella opens her "Christmas Sack" - apparently this is like a stocking, or maybe it is a stocking. It looks sort of like a sack.

Ella commences eating wrapping paper

... and pauses briefly to assist in unwrapping a present

before eating more wrapping paper

and more...

and even eating some gift bags

and then attempting to eat this poor elephant

she really likes to eat wrapping paper

yup...

mmmm. cardboard...

Happy Birthday Brad!

Happy Birthday Brad, you old man. As of today (now yesterday – I’m a bit late posting this) Brad has ascended to the ripe old age of 35. Not traditionally a landmark age, but somehow it feels like a landmark. I think that once you’re 35 you can get away with stuff you can’t get away with when you’re younger, like hitting on flight stewardesses and married women.

Brad taught us all how to play video games in one sitting in the back of a van on family roadtrips to Florida (or was it Hatteras?), and how to play poker and even how to create blogs. He continues to school us in all things cool, and is currently living it up in So Cal pursuing his glamorous career as a research assistant for CSI:Miami (the one with clown-boy). Props to Brad, and best of luck in this your 35th year.