Bust-Ass

Oh no, JB took a digger showing off for some ladies at the Thad Lee baptism and organ shuck / jive. It was bloody, briefly. Fat Lip / tile daze:

She was kind of walking, let go of mom's hand, blam. This is what it looks like when she's less distracted. She's getting pretty bold with the foot work.



The baptism went down in Times Square, which has become some kind of picnic area. Rife with pan flautists.

From this morning, this is when she favors me I think. Got a full diaper here, riding low, negotiating a changing. Our bellies match up pretty good.

These guys again:

A few from the weekend rounds.




We're making some observations around here. The Goldbloom driven L&O franchise is pure diaper genie. That one merits missing. Also, the silver steel cage we drive around has a no Floyd policy, still standing. Makes listening to the radio tough - that drivel always shortlisted. Finally, see anything with Rod Stieger or Warren Oates in it.

Meanwhile, back on the ranch

So, while the Jane Bug kicked it in the Queen City (impressive, below), Beav and I beelined to my namesake for some much needed R&R, Texas style. That town knows how to eat.

Charles put us up, brilliantly. We saw all the sights, the Gourds, the bottom of a few taco dinners, and Lockhardt.

Camp Newman:

Charles has the BEST toys. Pool AND firepit not pictured.



This is us on the way to Lockhart, some kind of BBQ capitol. That's two kids, two dogs, three adults, Tropic Thunder and some Pete Yorn probably.

We skipped Kreutz's for Smitty's.

I am humbled by the pit technology. Can't imagine this in August. Nothing cole slaw can't fix I suppose.

The before and almost after:


The county seat:

Texas is pretty funny:


Gourds. What a scene. UT sorority girls, beach chair set, hipsters, choochs.


Anyways, we had the best time. Possible center for relo, hence, the scrutiny. Should have taken more pics, but my stomach was prohibiting my hand from attaining my pocket in most cases.

Back in the big hurt, this is what happenes when dad is tasked with dinner:

JB dancing to Jill Hives, gotta blow this Klambake to shake a leg.

Weekend with the GrandBeavers

Last Friday we left for our first weekend away without the Janebug. We dropped her at the Charlotte airport en route to Texas. Handoff went smoothly, and within minutes of arrival Chez Beaver she discovered my old circus set, refrigerator magnets, her own kitchen and cooking supplies and a Jane-sized tea party!

She also got plenty of walking practice with this apparatus:Next was swimming in the backyard in her very own pool:

Then, dressed to the nines (in C.B.'s own design and creation) for a playdate with the gorgeous White Twins: Tyler and Harper:

Finally, Jane got reacquainted with her Christmas present- the fire truck....
and did some birdwatching with Grandpa MO:
Looks to me like she had a pretty good time.
She was truly confused when she saw me yesterday. It took a good 15 minutes for her to undertstand that I was back for good. She had clearly fallen completely in love with her grandbeavers and didn't necessarily want to leave them, but she warmed up to me again quickly and was an absolute angel for the much delayed flight back to NYC. All is back to normal. It was great to get away and we had an awesome time in Texas (Dad will post about that later), but we really missed our girl and are glad to have her back! Thanks to Mama & Papa Beav for the babysitting!
xo Winz

Wizard of the Vibes

Jane loves the Clash. Dad didn't appreciate the Clash til he was 34, with the exception of the Casbah number, which everybody was Jack and Dianing to back in my day. Here she is banging out White Riot / Remote Control. Ignore the background music, that was for form and tempo.




Met up with family Wood for pizza and whiplash on Saturday afternoon. They have three ladies, wow. Made us look like amateurs. These girls have unimaginable powers.

Jane two fisted her risotto. Kept her occupied for 45 minutes. Most of it found its way into her pants and shoes turns out.


Prognosticating. When she taps those gold shoes together, the weather develops.

Swapping dog tales.


We have cabinet gnome problems.

Jolly good job with the peas dear.


We're off to Austin this weekend, sans JB. Grandfolks have trucked in reinforcements. Taco times to follow.

Daddy Needs a Drink

Cause we're full on celebrating. Jane is getting a MALE cuz, mister sir BEAV. Creds attached:

Congrats impossibly in order to Josh and MM. Word is, the seal was broken on the Mojitos. Scorecard: 2 ladies, one lad. Population of cousinville happening. Been a big week for big news, but this takes the cupcake.


Jane very aware of the pending arrival, celebrating with beet lips and two spoons:

This is us getting ready to listen to Benji Hughes and practice putting square pegs in round holes.

Double fisting in her Doctor Scotty duds, picking up some of daddy's bad habits. She tosses these when she's ready to send us a message.

Community activism.

Plated this one - panko chicken, farro with herbage, basil steamed carrots. Readers tell me they live for this stuff (aka full stop / cancel).

The source of my powers:


Tanlines:


So here's a wimper roar. I assure you - she can shake the chandeliers when she's pumped and ready. That to follow.




Here's your weekend one to pipe and smoke it. Too much estrogen in this household.