Greetings from Sullivan's Island

Baby Mama here. We left Dad in Brooklyn and after a 4 1/2 hour delay, Jane took her first flight on Sunday— New York to Charleston. She was thankfully an angel all day in the airport and BOTH times we boarded the plane. The second time we got on, we were allowed to bring the carseat since there were so many empty seats- you can see she clearly enjoyed the flight.
The beach digs are amazing. This is the view from our back porch each evening (apologies for the not-so-sharp image... my camera isn't great at handling the humidity). Last night we counted 15 kite boarders. What an amazing sport. Austin and I will be doing this by the end of next week.
I've barely held my daughter since we got here. Beavie and MO (aka Carol and Jeff—their self-appointed grandparent names...MO stands for "Magnificent One") don't let me. I think its safe to say they like her.
MO is working on his Ernest Hemingway look.
Rock & Roll Happy Hour was in full effect last night- though with MO in charge of the stereo, its actually Country & Western Happy Hour. I imagine that will change when Austin joins us here on Friday.
Austin sent an S.O.S. text late last night. Eating alone at the bar of some seedy establishment, lonely and depressed—clearly missing his girls. Stay tuned for more from SC... beach outfits and better photography are inevitable.
We miss you too.
xo Winz

The Gobbler

The Fiddler Leg turns 6 weeks today, she's sleeping in chunks now, pretty active during the day, and always a fuss factory come dinner time. Digs war movies and anything that involves making tracks. Mom hosts rock and roll happy hour, every evening, and the girls blast old Traffic / LZ records and bounce around the digs. Diapers remain interesting. She's got a new stunt in her playbook, stiffs one leg out, curls the other to her diaper, waves her hands back and forth. Resembles:


Of little interest, had a root canal on Monday, pretty terrible. Tooth died, from unnatural causes, doc hooked a car battery up to it to make sure we had no nerve activity. Again, floss the ones you want to keep, stay out of that chair.

From this morning's send-off:


Aunt Sandra of Alaska, along with Grand Uncle JJ and Emily, popped by on Monday for a gander. Jane countered with a fish face and conked out for the occasion.



Girls abandon me for Charleston on Sunday. Jane gets her wings.

Will post another video this weekend hopefully. Assuming fantasy football doesn't suck all my time.

Sandy Bums / Swamp Ass

The McKennas are back from Shelter Island. First time on S.I., first time on vacation with baby Jane. Total cinch. We brought 37 cubic meters of baby gear in the car, all of which got a workout in country. Doesn't bode well for the cross country trip in Sept. Dad's workout / resort wear may suffer.

The digs were hilarious. Reminiscent of the Lake Norman days, with a 10 million dollar view. Dad locked us out of the bedroom night one, which required locksmithery. Another first. Not to be defeated, we countered with a preposterously expensive dinner at the Vine St. Nothing ten beers can't fix.

Realized these posts are starting to sound like that chain Xmas letter you get every year, and you know the one I'm talking about. But the aunts seem to like the pictures.

Our quarters:





Jane, admiring the sights:

The property is in the Mashomack reserve, and the beach connects to something called Taylor's Island. When the tide is out, you can walk directly to the house there. We gave it a shot,




The sun was kind of intense, so we put the chooch in the holding cell. UV protected... The girls encouraged the A-man as he yet again went o-fer on the striper mission.

Dad geared up with the Bjorn and went hunting for horseshoe crabbage.

Jack-assery!


Trial run in the bathing duds. High concept, middling execution.


On Saturday, we trekked over to the Beck compound in Southhole; Ron / Jess / Scarlett / Lily / Beck / HH / Ambrielle / C. Newman / Oscar / Celeste on the property. Beach time, wiffle ball, the nines.

Beav with Baby Lily. Awesome times. Ron said they made the same baby. These girls are tremendous fun.


Scarlett looking most boss.

Quadro hotties, double Bjorning it:

Cancel! Active wear from dad.


Charles was way late on this one.

Cocktails on the poop deck. Uncle Trey was a huge hit. Has volunteered for babysitting.




CODA. I'm pretty lucky.


The girls take off to the Beaver family junket on Sunday. Dad's holding down the fort solo, smells like meat week.

Daddy Feedbags

Bottle #1 just went down hatch. I guess the idea is that if I can cover a feeding, mom gets extra rest so she can be twice as spry at 4:30AM. We tried to administer the bottle on Friday, but daddy miscalculated the strength of the special beer he had and plans were postponed till the sea legs returned.

Loads of white hot visitor action this week. Grandma McKenna returned, sadly, to PHX on Thursday. So we've been winging it since. Left behind 11lbs. of lasagna, so we're not entirely empty handed. Loved having the Grandmoms here, demand for pictures is staggering now that they've left, so trying to make up for slow posting schedule, usurped by triage on the changing table, work, etc.

Read some books finally, found out babies have been found to carry mountains of non stick teflon in their cord blood. Probably do it for me for the literature.

Pair from the airport send-off.

And for the visitors - we had Uncle Don Don over for a viewing on Monday. He's got a biscuit cooking. Hands like catcher's mitts, we expect a run for father of the year from the Cordani faction:

Marty popped by Thursday. Baby Jane extraordinarily well behaved. Marty has pro-performance marketable arm sling technique.

Baby euphoria from the McHarpers. Cocktails at 24 Powers Saturday afternoon. Lucy and Gigi got to meet the junebug for the first time. Lucy suggested a book that Jane could read to make her an official "teeny tiny baby". Wanted to know when the mush food starts. Good question.

Couple of glamor shots.

On Saturday we launched an expedition to the barrier peaks. 2.5 miles in the stroller, went all terrain. The girls got all bossed up for the occasion, hats and shizz.

Finally, we have Winz's cuz Lissy in the house, and got a double dose of Beaver when Howie and Courtney dropped by. Upped the technology option and went B&W for the occasion.




Atom eyes!

X + O + A + W + J

The Elusive White Worm

It's like primitive bigfoot footage, but here's the first stab at live action. She doesn't know any tricks yet, but that's where this is headed.

Happy Dependance Day!

This picture was taken seconds before baby Jane came down with every skin affliction in the book, literally. Like Dad, she's got the demon dermis.

Went a whole week with no GP air cover, almost killed us. Thankfully, the moms is back at 88 India, and we're crying less (me and Beav).

Diaper blow-out kit is fully operational, and we're experimenting with "outfits".

This face means we've got a situation in the situation hatch:


And this one is the chief negotiator. Suspicious halo like activity near the dome end.

Upstairs neighbor has the sicko roof, and invited up the clan for fireworks. Jane bug took a pass and milk faced the whole show.

Cops led this guy off the premises, pink umbrella code five violation:

The James made the party, with primo Baptist pound cake. Genius.


Mom and dad, in ferry gear. Dad hooked up with a 13" brown trout on the Beaverkill, that's 12" more fish than I've fly caught.

Evidence that the feeding schedule is producing for us:

Bath #2 result, the prizefighter.



And an epic end to an epic weekend. Charlie, with our little chocolate factory, in the experimental new French basket hold. An act of god delivered Mr. Keeler to 88 India. The band is practically back together already.


Mom's got dinner going, possible evening entertainment includes a Monte Hellman double feature, followed by a game of toss / hide the midget.

Video update - potentially - in the mix. We have the technology, lack the directions.