Queen of the Queen City

Jane and I boarded a flight South last Wednesday.... first to Plant City to see Great Grandma Diane. As usual, Jane took care of herself on the plane, forgoing the $2 bottled water for her own stash.


Had a nice visit with Great Grandma- I give you 4 generations of first-born daughters.

Headed to Charlotte the next day for lots of quality time with Beavie and MO.



We went to the Pizzo's new house for a Friday afternoon playdate with Marty, Jenks, Gray and Anderson... sadly, Jenks was not interested in the photo shoot.


On Sunday, Beavie & MO hosted an amazing ice cream social in Jane's honor in the back yard. Lots of little people hijinks, as Dad would say.


Griffin, Tyler, Harper and Parker

The Duncan girls- Jenny, Zoe and Annie

Jane and her Uncle Hou

Tea Party with Avery, Wallace and Maggie

Sam and Ellie

Young Frank...

... and sister Virginia

Ann sang Jane a song...

And minutes later, OUT!



On Monday, Jane met Ivy and Albert and sat in a bumbo seat for the first time.


Then she partied with one of my old dolls before heading to the airport for home.


Finally, Dad says now that Jane has put on a couple of pounds, she looks just like John McCain... You Decide!

xo Winz

The Men of Buck Hill

The girls remain in Charlotte, apparently the Sunday meet and greet was an enormous success. Something about pumpkins and hay bales. Very sad to miss that one, and miss the girls I do. Beav claims the baby is unrecognizably chubby.

Not all doom and gloom however, did manage a weekend junket to PA, where jackets were beaten from golf balls.

Toby, Buster and I shot down there Friday after work, missed the schnitzel at the Jaegermeister, but did make some new friends. That is not Obama country. Had I not queued BOC's "Red and the Black" on the jukebox, things could have gotten ugly.

Stayed in the Mitchell cabin, aka Hillside. Very smartly appointed and idyllic, perfect base of operations for country club demonstrations of male prowess, oatmeals and other such tough guy activity. Cannot believe it took me this long to get down there.


The house sits right next to a creepy Shining-era now deceased Poconos retreat, well in arrears. Buster, according to legend, may have defeated security and eyeballed the innards.


Buster, in repose:

Hitting for power AND accuracy:

The lads, haggling over hand wedges, cart driving priviliges, etc

I may have carded a few nines, but this outfit was all TENS.

We also played tennis. More emasculation for the a-man. Redeemed myself here, 2,000 calories under belt:

Of zero relevance to the above, this one from TEG. If you can identify the folks in this picture, you know why this hilarious. This was the last time I had dark hair.

Fatty Crab

The Chooch has thunder thighs now. Mom's got her on the chubby plan, and she's responding admirably. Double chin established, gunning for a third. The girls head down to Tampa on Wednesday, then to Charlotte for a "sip and see". Sounds preposterous, though I hear they're serving potato salad and chic fil a.

Hit the Bozlich 35th birthday gala Friday night, with baby Jane. She was not interested in the debate, but aside from a legendary diaper, managed to behave herself. Food and company was tremendous, though a little less guzzling and a few more chicken pieces may have made Saturday more tolerable.

All the all stars out.





Hitting the feedbags.

The cake, and the bakers. Most impressive.


Mr. Birthday, eating his shubbery.

Party girl milk necked herself pretty good at the event. Smelled like cauliflower. Bath time, like daddy, no ass, all attitude.


The crew managed a stroll through the west village on Sunday. Checked out all the coming attractions, rocked the pretzel dog at the Rusty Knot. I guess if you don't live here, these might be of minor interest. Standard hotel, on the hi line, under construction. Schnabel's Italian Villa, the building on the building.



Parting shot.

10 1/2 lb. Froggy

Jane and I got great news at the Doctor's today. After last week, Doc was concerned about her low weight, so we put Operation: Chubby Baby into action. She gained 14 oz. in just a week and is back on track. She's such a champion sleeper (10 hours straight at night these days) she needed to catch up with a little extra milk during the day.

She's so much fun right now. Smiling, laughing and talking all the time. Well, gurgling and babbling, but its music to our ears. She's also rolling over and loves to sit and stand (with an assist, obviously). Just lying down in one place has clearly gotten old. We're still wondering where her hair is though...

We've gotten over the hump of having a few babysitters — very hard for me at first, but I'm toughening up. And I'm still interviewing nannies for when I go back to work in November. Its so hard to imagine leaving her.

Right now we're listening to one of my iPod playlists that Dad does not approve of... "Ultimate Gym List". Hate to tell you babe, but so far she's loving Nelly, Prince and ODB. Whoops!
xo Winz

Ruck Zuck Zahnluch!

The Milk Gnome has delved into the fall wardrobe drawer. Shamfoolery in progress.

Still, nothing beats naked. Especially when your threads are cycling on heavy soil.

Friday night, we hooked up the Bryces and Herr Bozlich for the two liter minimum at Radegast German-style Beerhall and Sausage Eatery. Someone called the Mizzlesburg family drum collective, much clanging and marching to report.
You can't really see it, but there's a brace of flautists in frame.

Gigi got animal.

Lucy and Jane, in between liters.

Folks rolled in last night, dad and I went straight to Yankee Stadium for the last home game ever. Jeter struck out looking with the bases loaded, figures. But they rolled out the heavies in any case, caught Bloomy and Rudi in an embrace exchange. Crushed a death dog, good times.

Sorry Colleen:




And a few from tea time this morning.



Well, the clamor for Yeti evidence has been overwhelming. This from Brent in Finance.

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