Friday, March 28, 2008


Ok. I admit it. Sometimes I talk like this.

Monday, March 24, 2008


I have a recurring family that tends to consistently saunter into the restaurant about 30 minutes before closing on weekend evenings. This would normally drive me nutty but they are prompt and courteous and don't choose to stay till after midnight watching the Martini Park freak show across the street.

The parents are Indian as is the daughter but she married a passively Kosher Jewish guy. The first couple of times in the were kind enough to explain their dietary restrictions and preferences. No beef for the parents, the daughter is vegetarian, and no pork for the son-in-law. When they came in last Saturday we exchanged pleasantries and they started to reiterate the restrictions again. I stopped the daughter short and completed the run down for her. "Wow" she exclaimed! You remembered. "Of course" I said. "You guys are my Indi(an)Jew(ish)(Veg)atarian table." They all paused and digested this title for a moment and the responded with laughter and acceptance. They did ask if they we so noted in our reservation system. I assured them that not everyone would find it quite as amusing as we did.

Bring on the League of Nations.


Me Circa Dec 1974

Beck March 2008

The man cub is ready for training!!!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Unexpected Joy

You know that item from your childhood that has managed to stick around forever. It was a fixture in your daily life. Hotly contested and adamantly defended during spring cleanings and garage sales. One of those things that you either intend to or have already handed down to your next generation. Our friends Summer, Jeff, and sweet Maren surprised us yesterday with a special delivery. Hand made and hand painted. Personally commissioned and designed. Wreaking of quality and longevity.

We can't wait to see them hauled around the house to be used for tea parties, hot wheel car ramps, cookie jar raiding, and the like. Not to down play the generosity of all of our friends and family at all but every child needs a chair/stool combo. Thanks guys. Much appreciated!

They have not yet been kids tested but they are Great Dane approved.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Newborn Session...

We did our new born session this morning and somehow JenTraub managed to get a preview up within 3 hours. Yes she deserves a nap, another gold medal, and Sainthood.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Headed for a nap..

Just a quick update for those that haven't visited my wife's blog.

Ella is home. The two seemed so content to be back together. We are very relieved to not be taking 3-4 trips to the hospital a day.

Beck had some wicked gas last night and kept us up till the wee hours of the morning till it passed. Yea! Our first sleepless night.

Grandma is staying the week with us to help out and keep track of the other kids and making sure we eat.

I just want to send a shout out to all of our family and friends, new and old. All the support, offers, meals delivered, meals yet to be delivered, comments, emails and phone calls have meant the world to us. We never knew we had such a base of support. We truly appreciate all that you have done and promise to thank you individually as soon as we are awake enough to make a tally.

I promise to put some more pics up tomorrow. But for now...a nap before I have to head to work.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008


I still don't get it. We have boy/girl twins and yet we still get asked if they are identical. Gah!!!

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Say 'ello to my little friend!

Too bad Picasa doesn't have green and blue eye reduction. The Heathens were overwhelmed by the new addition last night. The Doberman was great and handled her curiosity very well. Her maternal instinct kicked in quickly and she was very calm and well behaved.

The Dane on the other hand had a hard time wrapping his small brain around what this squirming, grunting, strange smelling thing was. He tired to take in as much scent as he could and gave Beck a nudge or two. Needless to say trying to keep a 4ft tall 145lb dog at arms length is a challenge. We certainly are not worried about him doing anything more than slobbering on the boy or inhaling his pacifier. And I am thinking that the money we spent on a baby monitor might have been unnecessary considering the big dogs rushes to investigate any sniffle or squawk and quickly finds me to report the alarm. If I seem less than concerned because I am in the middle of washing dishes or folding laundry Cooper gives me a reinforcing woof. He has taken well to his new role in the D.R.H.S.

Either way we look forward to these little ones growing up with their four legged companions. After all I grew up loving my aunt's Great Dane, Santana. Don't freak out mom...Cooper can't reach far enough down into the crib to pick one up and bring them to us.