Friday, September 29, 2006

6 652 800 seconds old



So I had to spice up the fact that Nathaniel is 11 weeks old. Nathaniel sez "My dad is a nerd." But I say, if those seconds were years ( and some nights at 3 am they feel like years) Nathaniel would be like in the Jurassic Period.

Oh I took a picture of our family picture ...

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Little Bear Hug


Guess that would mean it's a cub hug.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Saturday, September 23, 2006

10 Weeks + 9 Pounds 1 Ounce = 1 Adorable Baby




He got really attached to the little blue burp cloth. Grip like Sister Stockman ( aka robot crushing hand of pain)

Thursday, September 21, 2006

International Blog of Pancakes


I can now claim international fame and stardom. I gotta call my agent. My voice has reached beyond the borders of the USA and began corrupting the mind of some hapless netizen ( if I say information superhighway you can stop reading my blog) of Portugal. It was probably a fluke accident, seeing that he/she/it did not visit my page for more than a second, but even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then.

A tidbit for the kiddies shamelessly copied from Wikipedia:

Portugal has witnessed a constant flow of different civilizations during the past 3,100 years, including Greek, Roman, Germanic, Moorish and others, who all made an imprint on the country's culture, history, language and ethnic make-up. During the 15th and 16th centuries, Portugal was one of the world's major economic, political, and cultural powers, with the Portuguese Empire stretching from Brazil to the Indies. With the end of the Empire in the 20th Century, Portugal turned to Europe and today is a stable democracy fully integrated in the European Union.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

I Have Created Fire

 

Little Nathaniel was wide-eyed when we introduced him to fire. We did our best to keep the smoke away from him. The in-laws have an outdoor rolling fire place for roasting hot dog and making S'mores. And the debate continues ... a moca brown finish to your toasted marshmellow or en flambe? Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Dave Meets Nathaniel, Bond Forms Immediately



The two have a lot in common. Both love the Auburn Tigers, are card carrying members of the Red Sox Nation, and enjoy their meals from Raquelle and I whenever they can get them.

Monday, September 18, 2006

My Fifteen Minutes of Fame


Ok, disclaimer here: Humility is not my best trait. I'm working on that.

Now that that is out of the way. I'm famous, just not rich (I'm still waiting on a $500 check from Design News for the article). If you google me, you will see the top link points to the site Design News. By the way, Glidden is apparently a famous paint company. I submitted a electronics project that helps keep paintballing safe. And in the true spirit of copying content, my article was soon spotted at Makezine. The photo was shot by a professional photographer from Birmingham who came on assignment to Montgomery.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Any Likeness is Purely Coincidental



Introducing Pre-Pre-School Evil, on his way of course to receiving his Doctorate of Evil in due time. I would suggest everyone listen to him or suffer the sticky consequences. If you are willing to risk life and limb, I have it on good authority that if you feed him, burp him, change his diapers, and at least 6 of the 8 or 9 planets are in conjunction, you can induce a light coma (sleep people) in him anywhere from 10 minutes to 7 hours.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Olives and Onions and Peppers Oh My



In a stranger than fiction turn of events, I had a first happen in my life that caught even me by surprise. I know, me, the guy who turns around in his car to go back to his friend's house because I thought I left my keys at his apartment. It wasn't until I took the keys out of the ignition and stared at them in my hands that I weep silently in my car and drove off in eternal shame.

Back to what happened at chow time at work. I was minding my own in my office right before lunch. I was in a weakened state, on the verge of ravenous hunger, when the aroma of freshly coooked pizza wafted into my domain. A melodious question sounded in my ear ... "Would you like some?" My stomach answered my heart's yearning with a "yes"!

As Brenda brought the box of baked bonanza before my belly, some burden began to brew. My nose discovered the problem at the same time she said it "I just can't eat this supreme pizza on my own."

What was I to do, I already committed to the menacing monstrosity. Microbeads of sweat pooled on my brow as the pugnent odor singed three nose hairs to their untimely demise.

Then a brillant plan formed in mi cabeza as I silently held a vigil for my fallen friends (my three nose hairs). I would select three pieces of pizza ( in their memory), sift them for the good toppings, and combine the meat and cheese from the three into one super, safe, steamy slice of Shangri-la.

Only one issue with my near flawless plan. Actually three. The Olives and Onions and Peppers Oh My. The good pickings were slim. 1.66 pepperonis per slice times 3 slices wasn't enough to make my super slice sing. So I did this off the wall crazy thing. I said what the hay, I'll eat all the toppings. And I did. I really didn't taste the olives in all the onion/pepper crunching, desparate dry heaving, and franticly searching for my garbage can. But I did eat enough pieces of an olive to say I ate the equivalent of one olive and that, ladies and gents, is my first.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Analog and Digital Mixed Singals

What a wonderful weekend. Family’s in town, food simmering on the grill, and Auburn football on TV. But in all the laughter and good times, a disturbing possibility haunted me in the late hours of Monday night. Nathaniel may not be an Auburn fan. Allow me to present all the evidence and you decide for yourselves.

Exhibit A:


Uncle Lance and Nathaniel. Note the smile on Nathaniel's face. Lance made it known to Nathaniel that Lance is going to Auburn and can hook up Nathaniel with season tickets.

Auburn:1 Alabama:0

Exhibit B:



Uncle JJ and Nathaniel. Note the sad look. JJ's defection to the University of
rednecks
Alabama has broken Nathaniel's heart.

Auburn:2 Alabama:0

Exhibit C:



Twiddle dee and Twiddle dum. Dee soaked the Auburn shirt and dum to the bone with a torrential 4+ ounces of liquid white gold, the "more expensive than gas in California" formula. Such a dramatic coup d'├ętat is worth two points for Alabama.

Auburn:2 Alabama:2

What is a worried father to do? Where can he go for help/counseling/greiving? But wait, what's this? A closer examination of the evidence exhonerates el Nino from any wrongdoing on his dad's shirt. Nathaniel's bottle was prepared in the home of a widely publicized Alabama fan, but to his credit a master griller. An undated photo of the griller's grill.
Nathaniel was simply trying to make a statement about Alabama fans as he sacrificed his dinner so as not to taint his body with "Alabama" water. Way to take one for the team, Nathaniel. The Auburn team right little buddy?

Auburn:3 Alabama:2