Good Stuff.

I am in the middle of the most fantastic book I have ever read. It is called, "You Can Heal Your Life," by Louise Hay. If you liked the movie, The Secret, you should pick up this book. It was published in 1984 originally, but as I was 7 then, it wouldn't have meant much to me at the time!

Also, I watched a reeeeally good movie last night, called "Peaceful Warrior." It is based on a book called "The Way of the Peaceful Warrior," written by an Olympic gymnast. I am interested to read the book next. If you have the opportunity to see the movie, I urge you to! It's out on video.

Laters!

Infante avec Leek.

The funniest part about this was that I didn't give him this leek. He absconded with it all by himself.

A problem I never thought I'd have.

Ever had your house bombarded by a constant barrage of golf balls? Me neither. Until I made the ill-fated decision to build my house under a giant walnut tree.

In case you didn't know, walnuts grow on trees in these big ball-casing things that make them much bigger, somewhere in between golf and tennis balls and every bit as dense as a baseball.

This time of year, there are HUNDREDS of walnuts hanging from the tree, and the only way they can fall is down. Right on top of my house.

Day and night, they bounce off of the roof and echo throughout the house, it's so loud. It's like living smack-dab in the middle of a driving range. (Now I know why people don't build houses on driving ranges.)

Even better is that the baby's room is on the top floor, so you can imagine how many consecutive hours of sleep we're getting right now. What was I thinking?!

Who else has this problem? Nobody that I know of. Does this make me officially retarded? (Don't answer that.)

Sometimes you feel like a nut.....sometimes you DON'T.

Ack!!!

Our trip to Madison!

We went to Madison, Wisconsin last week for a little R&R. (For those of you who aren't geographically savvy, Madison is the capitol!)







It is a charming town, which would be further enhanced if there weren't grizzly bears and alligators hiding in the water everywhere you look.




Highlights included eating dinner at an Afghani restaurant, which the sprout COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF. I think I might have to learn how to make some Afghani dishes to appease him at home.

If you don't give him what he wants, you are susceptible to the baby strangle-hold of death:

Pictures!!!

Sorry it's been so long, I've FINALLY got my new setup together here.

And, so, without further ado---I give you.....the sprout! In all of his toothy glory.





He is almost 11 months old now, and crawling around like greased lightning. I had to get one of those fancy cameras that take extremely high-speed images, just to capture these. (OK, not really, but I actually managed to catch him sitting (pretty) still a couple of times, which is HIGHLY IRREGULAR.) He keeps you on your toes! I feel like the paparazzi, stalking my own infant in an attempt to snap a couple of decent photos for posterity. Most of the time he gives me the slip, darting out the door in a ball cap and dark sunglasses. As you can plainly see, he'll do whatever it takes to avoid having his picture taken.