Frammin' & Bammin'

The hot termite is back at 88 India. Most excellent visit to Charlotte, many loots procured. Mildly confused as to what day it is, mom's at work, my parents en route for the second opening. Checked in with team SF, seems the west coast is managing, though terribly missed.

Hijinks from Christmas eve. Jane under the tree in the tiny chair, clearly fired up to eat paper and ribbons:

Team Bonobos, looking well served:

The ladies on shrimp and grits, Queens Rd. West xmas tradition.


Blue steel with pink fog:

Wallace and Houston, playing earthquake.

Lord of the manor, Josh Beaver, directing party flow, drinking leg nogg.

Christmas morning. Jane received a spectacular vehicle, for the fighting of fires. Nice part is, we'll get to give it to her again next year! Anyways, lots of firsts. Way more interested in putting the presents in her mouth than playing with them. Very smitten by Koko and Randy.

Mom modeling all her new gear.

Walking the booty loop with the pink bulb sapper.

Weekend wind down, going natural.

Next time, we crush this place (with back-up and tazers):

Great seeing all the Mecklenburgers. We were impossibly well looked after.

Ninjas / Foam Pants / Queen City Bomb Squad

We're in Charlotte. It was sixty when we landed, went down to like 20, and now on the mend. We're in the Little House, baby is in the nursery, main compound. Means dad's sleeping 9+ hours a night - brilliant result.

Manchester, what little I saw of it:

On Friday, WTB hosted the boys for the annual gift exchange, meat treat. New landmark achievements in present passing. Fedoras and nunchucks being highlights. Reliably, the chow was smashing. Less reliable, my turn at the card table.

New high chair in play now. Attempting solid-ish man food. Not a lot of traction there yet. But the outfits offset the effort.


Here's the toes to nose, foot trick.

Pageantry from the past two days:


And the Xmas eve kicker. Merry Christmas everyone. XO, A + W + J.

Santa's Little Helper

Dad's in England for work, so I wanted to appease the Grandmamas with a little Christmas teaser. Jane watched me wrap presents this morning with great interest. I predict the ribbons-and-torn-paper aspect of Christmas morning is going to absolutely delight her. We can't wait to see our Charlotte friends and family in just a few days... and then the Kenna g-parents right after Christmas. xoxoxo Winz

Das Schinken Löwen!

2 Poops turned 6 months on Saturday. 2 poops is Jane's Indian Name, that's what Claudia tells me when I come from work, after I inquire as to shakes. Speaking of work, started new gig on Monday, hence the radio silence. Do, however, have stuff to report.


For starters, gummy LOVES Shakira.

Mom and I hit the NC Society Ball last Friday. Hilarious. Everybody is either 22 or 62, meaning we had to represent for the fourth decaders. The show goes down at the University Club, which has a strict no photography policy. We obliged, naturally. Broken record demands I point out Hawes yet again slayed his ensemble.

On to the stork report. I thought she'd be crawling by now, but the carriage isn't really cooperating. She can kind of squirm around, and her hands have become useful, everything goes straight to the mouth for gobbling. She's also exploding all of her PJ's, so legs are getting longer. She's about outgrown the pilot inspector station as well, which means new tricks needed from the single parent child oversight committee. We figure she's around 15+ pounds and almost 27".

More meal prep, for dad's edification only. This stuff tastes better than it looks.

Party prep & xmas outfits.


Saturday night shenanigans.

And finally ladies and gentlemen, Taint Rutebega!

Jane and I were a little tuckered after all the hijinks, she's impossibly, predictably, just like her pops when it comes to mouth running exhaustion.

But a rally was inevitable.

Off to Charlotte next Sunday for the Christmas. Jane does not want her two front teeth, has plans to perform blow out kit over DC, will likely chart toothpaste as first food.

Mom says I can't say Happy Holidays, but that and well wishes to the west coasters, phonecians, piedmonters, guy at the beer store, and all the old mates. Much to be thankful for this season, with obvious exemption of the fantasy football result, appalling.

xoxoxox

coz