Wednesday, May 27, 2009


We've had a few warm days here in MD, so Hamslice has been sporting the "diapers only" look. He thinks it's terrific.

And here he is with Hambone, trying to dial Hambone's blackberry. He's remarkably tech savvy for being such a little guy -- he can work the TV remotes and does some interesting things with our phones.

Monday, May 11, 2009


Thanks to all of you who have called and emailed over the weekend reminding me that it has been too long since I posted info on this blog. I know you're hanging on my every move, and in the interest of keeping you all from getting your own life, here's a big old posting with lots of pictures.

Below is Hamslice wearing his dad's hat and his swimming suit. Over the weekend we pulled out a small swimming pool for him and he had a lot of fun splashing around in it.

It should be noted that Hamslice is now so cute that random strangers give him presents. When we go to the store (any store) together, people stop us and hand him things like stuffed animals and sunglasses. It's a phenomenon!

Hamslice got distracted from swimming, though, once Hambone started pounding bricks out of the wall between the old house and the new one. He wanted to help very much, but was relegated to simply watching and providing editorial comment here and there.

For Mother's day, Hambone sealed the roof up to keep any future rainstorms from flooding the kitchen, and then pounded out the first hole separating the old house from the Shed. See the light coming through the second floor there? That's our laundry room. This morning there was a bird on the dryer.

We discovered that a family of ROBINS has taken up residence in the rafters here. There are little baby Robins right now, and we're perplexed about whether to continue the construction on schedule or wait for the Robins to take flight. What a dilemma. Right now we've got about 12 weeks to figure it out. Hurry up and grow, Robins!

Thursday, May 07, 2009


Last weekend Hambone and I got a babysitter, and actually went to a party like grownups. It was a strange new experience to be able to go out and ... you know... not have to watch the kid all the time.

At the party, things got a little musical toward the end. The highlight was when "the Peacock" (I have no idea what his real name is) got up and started singing the blues. See the video below and share the joy...