I know, it's still really early, but I found these great photos from last year and thought I'd post them in anticipation of Juston doing some ridiculous photoshopped Christmas picture with flying Bridget for this year. The Bridget shots are from the series that eventually became our Christmas e-card.
*sigh* What a difference a year and forty pounds of baby weight makes. I used to be so thin!
Here are some old photos that I came across while looking for a different image. They cry out to be shared with the world!
This first one is of Frankie in the NICU. He was born almost a month early and got to spend the first days of his life in a terribly clinical plastic box hooked up to several monitors and IV drips. He only spent four days there, though. He's a fighter. And the reason I posted this picture is to prove that my child *did* have hair when he was born. Somewhere between then and now, he lost it all.
A couple of weeks later...awwww how cute.
Newborn babies really do look like aliens. Here's the proof.
Frankie looks really fashionable in his argyle beanie. It also covers his male pattern baldness - a ring around the back and nothing on top. Yes, his shirt has a football on it. No, I still don't believe in gendering my baby by pushing sports on him at this age. But he just looks so dang good in blue.
Smile one.
Smile two.
Sly man.
Pug one.
Pug two.
Apparently Juston's been building up the anticipation for our photos from the weekend. These are photos from raking the yard - yes, that's right - raking the yard. You're in for some fun.
First up, Bridget.
The dent of an 18.5 pound pooch.
Next up, Frankie.
(No babies were harmed during the raking of this backyard.)
We plucked our baby from a leaf-covered cabbage patch.
If you look closely, you can see vermin in them there leaves.
Juston and pug
Mom, baby, and pug in various states of disarray.
And wouldn't you believe it, our backyard is once again a blanket of leaves, so this debauchery could happen all over again.
Juston managed to score a pair of tickets to Beck's secret Halloween show last night here in Atlanta. It was a small show in a small venue and tickets sold out quickly. While we both like Beck, we are not hardcore fans, but it was only $12 and I really needed a break from the baby. Going to a show and listening to loud music and jumping up and down helped me to vent some of my "Frankie is going through a growth spurt and wants to eat every 30 minutes" frustrations. (Thank you Peter and Charla for babysitting for a couple of hours!)
The show was awesome. There were no theatrics, heck, the band didn't even have their usual equipment. There was no setlist and the band took requests from the audience. Beck was dressed in his "Master and Commander" gear and the rest of the band members looked like they rummaged through a costume bin and picked out random pieces that didn't go together. I had a great time, but I do have a couple of complaints as far as the audience was concerned. Juston is 5'9". I am 5'2". I am officially short. Juston commented how there were an unusual amount of people over 6 feet tall at this show. And one of them decided to rudely push (as in literally shove) his way in front of a group of really short girls. Jerk. I paid the same amount as you, and I didn't pay to look at your back for the entire two hours. At least two other men walked right in front of me and parked themselves. I kept having to move around and manouver to see anything; next time I must wear my Buffalo Boots (tm) to a show to give myself a 3 inch platform. If nothing else, I think they might do more damage when I step on Goliath's foot.
My second beef is smoking in very tight quarters. I don't mind if you smoke, but when you are literally pushed up against several other people, they would appreciate it if, you know, they didn't risk getting their hair caught on fire or all of the polyester going up in flames thanks to Halloween costumes.
I had to share this photo of Frankie in his argyle vest. He looked so cute - he just needs to grow a tiny bit more for it to actually fit. Sadly I fear he'll outgrow it too quickly!
