Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
Dale:
Sorry for the sound of crickets here over the past couple of months. By the by, thanks for continuing to come by here, the dogged 11 or so per day.
No, this blog is not going to be shut down. But, speaking for Heather, it is difficult to chase two small children around and blog. As she says, something had to give, and it was a no-brainer. Look for updates more on a weekly basis, but more often as time permits.
Not that she will be giving it up entirely, either. As soon as Tonsafun starts getting more able to sit up and play on his own, she should be able to write.
Speaking of the Large One: He just passed the sixth month mark, and weighs in at a whopping 22 lbs., 1 oz. Maddie was that weight at one year. He's in the 90th percentile in weight, 28th for height. Yes, he's square and has his own event horizon. He also grins and giggles like a cuddly toothless maniac.
According to the records, Madeleine turns 2 this Saturday, although I refuse to believe it. I was just holding her in the crook of my arm last week, I swear it.
Now she stomps around spouting recognizable phrases like "I go ride the horse," "Oh my gosh," and "I want sippy milk." The little girl has almost entirely replaced the baby, except when she's asleep. Not fair. Not fair. She is the bodyguard and buddy of her little brother, which is especially wondrous when they get into a laughter feedback loop.
We've survived blackouts, changes in insurance providers and six hour minivan rides. The latest of the last on that list will be the subject of the next blog, to be followed by a chronologically-incorrect description of the Prices vs. the Blackout.
Preview: Coming back on Labor Day, we met the Amish--and learned that haggling is a skill developed over time. More later.
Dale:
Sorry for the sound of crickets here over the past couple of months. By the by, thanks for continuing to come by here, the dogged 11 or so per day.
No, this blog is not going to be shut down. But, speaking for Heather, it is difficult to chase two small children around and blog. As she says, something had to give, and it was a no-brainer. Look for updates more on a weekly basis, but more often as time permits.
Not that she will be giving it up entirely, either. As soon as Tonsafun starts getting more able to sit up and play on his own, she should be able to write.
Speaking of the Large One: He just passed the sixth month mark, and weighs in at a whopping 22 lbs., 1 oz. Maddie was that weight at one year. He's in the 90th percentile in weight, 28th for height. Yes, he's square and has his own event horizon. He also grins and giggles like a cuddly toothless maniac.
According to the records, Madeleine turns 2 this Saturday, although I refuse to believe it. I was just holding her in the crook of my arm last week, I swear it.
Now she stomps around spouting recognizable phrases like "I go ride the horse," "Oh my gosh," and "I want sippy milk." The little girl has almost entirely replaced the baby, except when she's asleep. Not fair. Not fair. She is the bodyguard and buddy of her little brother, which is especially wondrous when they get into a laughter feedback loop.
We've survived blackouts, changes in insurance providers and six hour minivan rides. The latest of the last on that list will be the subject of the next blog, to be followed by a chronologically-incorrect description of the Prices vs. the Blackout.
Preview: Coming back on Labor Day, we met the Amish--and learned that haggling is a skill developed over time. More later.
