We went to New York to visit my family for Labor Day weekend and, as usual, barely had a moment to spare with everything going on around us. And, also as usual, I didn't take nearly as many photos as I thought I had, but found a plethora of babies upon importing the images into my computer. But babies are awesome and cute. So please file any complaints with my DEAL WITH IT department. Thank you.
Saturday morning I met Julie and her daughter, Shobha, for the first time
in person. I've read her blog for eons, so I felt completely comfortable
squeezing the crap out of them at will. And because I came back alive,
I'm hoping to convince Jerry that not everyone on the Interweb is a
47-year-old sex-crazed lunatic posing as a new mom from my hometown.
Alli was enamored with the "beebee," but even more so with all of the
goodies hidden around the room. Like the cats' scratching post and the
back massager and especially the antique beer stein she almost obliterated.
You know, the one that had been in the family for multiple generations.
When we left, Julie probably kissed Shobha in all of her stationary glory.
Unfortunately I had to leave early to make a hair appointment,
and judging from the last photo to this photo, I can say I'm
thoroughly glad I rushed around for that slight a difference.
But ON TO THE NEXT BABY. I also finally met Jackson
and all of his snuggly-cooing-sleeps-through-anything goodness.
I have about 73 photos where I tried to get a picture of Courtney
with her eyes open, but even with the flash off, she is notorious for
blinking. Like the sound of my finger depressing the button on the camera
makes her eyes flinch. Finally I gave up and said LOOK AT YOUR KID.
Meanwhile, Jerry and Court's husband, Matt, played a, well, unique game
game called Lightning Reaction. If you aren't the first to buzz in when the
music stops, you get electrocuted. And, yep, they played multiple rounds.