Friday, April 25, 2008
Those are all fine, but I'm thinking the best way to bring it about is to tell Jill that it's not going to happen anytime soon, scoot off on some adventure that takes me deep into the mountains (or perhaps to Moab--there is a group from church going this weekend) and find myself well out of cell-phone range and hours (days?) from home. I predict that if I did that, Baby wold be here within moments of my falling off the grid.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
All that's to say that I'm not Denver's biggest Rockies fan. True, I had a mild case of "Rockies Fever"--just like all the other fair weather fans in Denver last fall (sorry for the mixed metaphor). But that passed fairly quickly (about half way through game three of the World Series). It's also true that we've gone to a few games--but that was primarily about (a.) the food and (b.) the culture up in the cheap ($4) seats. In addition to being mooned several times one pleasant evening last spring, we also got to listen in on some "interesting" conversations. My personal favorite was the twenty-something sitting ahead of us--a guywe'd seen spend at least fifty bucks on Coors Light--attemptinig to pick up a girl by giving her several innings worth of free financial advice. I think that's called irony.
Well, pal Pico (actually pal Pico's wife) had an extra ticket Tuesday night--so I went along. By most counts, they were great seats. Okay, they were phenomenal seats. Not only was the food as good as ever, we were also seated three rows behind the home dug out, meaning that we could hear Clint Hurdle yell at the umps and see Matt Holiday's glistening dome, and yes, the streaker in the 7th inning (Hey, I'm just reporting the facts.)
*Okay, reason (c.) I wasn't good at baseball. Everyone knows the worst players get stuck in right field, except when lefties are up to bat...
**Yes, this post means no baby news. We'll let you know.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
She's smiling for the picture, but really, she'd just been yelling Come out of there already!
I like it when Jill laughs and the whole belly shakes.
I think this is around or before Christmas. We were so proud--thinking that Jill looked so very pregnant. Silly us.
In other news: signs of spring include the bird nest on our back porch. I thought it was cool at first, but Momma bird has taken to dive bombing my head whenever I walk out the back door. Now I'm considering the purchase of a bb gun. (Not really.)
Friday, April 11, 2008
Yes, that means I went skiing again today. With 14 inches of new snow (sorry, freshies) and an invitation from a parishioner, how could I say no?
And yes, I'm fine..despite a day of double blacks, and double black e.x. (I think that's what they're called--I tried not to dwell on them too much) runs . Perhaps my ego is bruised, but I'm fine.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
We had intended to take one of these together comparing Jill with baby under shirt to Joel with basketball under shirt. However, we didn't want to ask the neighbors to take a picture--they probably think us odd enough already. For the record, the two would have been very similiar (although, depending on what Baby is up to, the belly is sometimes more the shape of the deflated/lumpy basketball in the back corner of my garage)
The view from below.
We still like our dog.