Monday, June 29, 2009

Album Cover #1

Put Your (Money, Toys, Clothes, Remote Controls, Cell Phones, Etc.) Where Your Mouth Is

The other day I went to the auto parts store to find new wiper blades for my car. I looked carefully around the store, found the blades I was looking for, and then immediately PUT MY MOUTH ON THEM!

I found myself at the public library trying to find a book on lawn care. As soon as I found what I needed I PUT MY MOUTH ON IT!

As the weather is getting nicer, I've decided to do more biking. So I dusted off the old bicycle, pumped up the tires, tightened the chain, and PUT MY MOUTH ON IT!

A buddy of mine let me borrow a CD, so I PUT MY MOUTH ON IT!

Mowed my lawn, PUT MY MOUTH ON IT!

Did the laundPUT MY MOUTH ON IT!

Sound odd? This is how Abbey is behaving these days. Her first instinct, no matter what the object, is to PUT HER MOUTH ON IT!

...of course, as good parents, we make sure everything is clean...

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Abbey's Blog: Rising Like a Phoenix from Arizona

And so we have returned.

In case you were unaware, it is customary in Western culture to wait the traditional 107 days after the first eight newborn blog updates. I'm not one to toy with tradition. For those of you who have been patient, we thank you. For those of you who have been pestering us, we say "That's enough outta you!"

Here are some highlights of the past 107 days:

We got a little bigger in March

We've been wearing some pretty funky clothes (and loving it).

We celebrated Red Sox Opening Day

And, at three months, we even attended our first (of many) Red Sox games. Red Sox vs. Yankees. Sox win in 11 innings. We made it until the middle of the 8th inning. Not bad....

We sleep walk.

So now at 4 months we're more aware, we talk and squeal a lot, we eat our hands and sometimes sleep for 5 hours at a time at night.

Hopefully you have enjoyed Abbey's blog update. See you again in another 107 days!

Naw, I'm just kidding.

Friday, February 20, 2009

You Make The Call

It's said that all babies look like British Prime Minister Winston Churchill.
You make the call:


Sir Winston Churchill

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Finest Dining

Imagine, if you will, that you enter a fine dining establishment. You're seated at the nicest table, the most efficient service is at your command, and the menu has exactly what you've been craving. You order the filet mignon - medium rare, with grilled baby asparagus, butternut squash risotto, and a fine shiraz wine pairing. The service is swift, accommodating, and before you know it, your dinner has arrived on a silver platter.
You carve into the filet, take a bite, and fall fast asleep, headfirst into your risotto. The waitstaff rushes over, props your head up to revive you and encourages you to continue eating. They put a cold compress on your head and even remove all of your clothes in order to wake you up. This is what you're here for! To eat the finest food they could provide! But you protest, screaming as loud as you can and push the food away. Perhaps you've forgotten that you are there to eat and that the staff is there to help you along your dining experience. But eventually you concede that you are hungry and begin eating, only this time you put the fork in your mouth in a really uncomfortable way - except that in this scenario it hurts the fork more than it hurts you.

Sound weird? Not when it's a metaphor for how Abbey eats.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Sexauer ladies love to sleep.

Monday, February 16, 2009