Friday, October 10, 2008
Another Photo by Jen Gordy
Here's a snapshot that Jen took about a month ago.
There's something so alien about this whole nursing thing.
There's something so alien about this whole nursing thing.
Family Photos
Our friend Jen set up a studio space in her basement to take portrait photos. We are *so* lucky to have a friend who is a photographer!
Yes, we used hair gel to make Gabe’s hair more pointy than usual.
I realized belatedly that an evening photo-shoot wasn’t ideal, because Gabe is fussy in the evenings. So, no grins from Gabe this time.
Gabe says, “but I don’t want siblings!”
Gabe loves his dragon.
Gabe, conqueror of the Red Dragon!
And lastly:
Tongues out!
By the way, for family members who want copies of any of the photos on this blog, simply click the image to see the large version, then right click to bring up a drop-down menu, then select “save picture as”. You can then display the image on your desktop, or take the file to a photo store to be printed. I’m afraid I’ve never had photos printed from files, however, so you will have to ask at the store if you need more info.
Yes, we used hair gel to make Gabe’s hair more pointy than usual.
I realized belatedly that an evening photo-shoot wasn’t ideal, because Gabe is fussy in the evenings. So, no grins from Gabe this time.
Gabe says, “but I don’t want siblings!”
Gabe loves his dragon.
Gabe, conqueror of the Red Dragon!
And lastly:
Tongues out!
By the way, for family members who want copies of any of the photos on this blog, simply click the image to see the large version, then right click to bring up a drop-down menu, then select “save picture as”. You can then display the image on your desktop, or take the file to a photo store to be printed. I’m afraid I’ve never had photos printed from files, however, so you will have to ask at the store if you need more info.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Breakfast, Books, and Boobs
Gabe and I went out for breakfast today at a local place called Rick’s. It was his first time in a restaurant, as well as my first time at Rick’s. I had some reasonably good eggs benedict; Gabe slept.
I would like to take credit for going at eleven, between the breakfast and lunch rushes, but we actually just took that long getting out of the house. Our waitress sheepishly offered me the booth all the way in the back, as it was the most convenient location for a stroller, but I was grateful to be back there, in the event that I had a crying baby on my hands.
Gabe slept right through that portion of the outing. Afterwards, we headed over to the library, which is a known safe area. We headed right for the restroom, which I had scouted on a previous trip. Then we got to borrow the elevator key to go upstairs. It turned out the main hall has a lovely seating area complete with sofa, foot-stool, and throw pillows, perfect for breast-feeding! Unfortunately, the room was packed with college students hitting the books. But I counted at least fourteen bare-breasted women in the mural, and concluded that anyone who could focus on their bookish endeavors amid so many exposed nipples could hardly complain at the addition of one more.
Franklin’s public library isn’t giant, but for its size the place has an astounding amount of art. The story as I understand it goes like this: the town leaders sent a letter to Ben Franklin saying “we named our town after you, so would you mind giving us a bell to commemorate the occasion?” After what I imagine to be a WTF moment at the brazen request for free goodies, Franklin retorted with, “bells just make noise, so no bells for you; but here, have some knowledge instead.” He gave the town a pile of books. So, born from the necessity of some befuddled town leaders stuck with an unexpected pile of books, all of our town signs say “welcome to Franklin, home of the nation’s first public library!”
I fed Gabe there in the fancy old wing surrounded by Dean college kids and a hundred-year-old mural full of boobies. The room was drop-a-pin silent and every sucking noise he made echoed, but nobody bothered us.
I would like to take credit for going at eleven, between the breakfast and lunch rushes, but we actually just took that long getting out of the house. Our waitress sheepishly offered me the booth all the way in the back, as it was the most convenient location for a stroller, but I was grateful to be back there, in the event that I had a crying baby on my hands.
Gabe slept right through that portion of the outing. Afterwards, we headed over to the library, which is a known safe area. We headed right for the restroom, which I had scouted on a previous trip. Then we got to borrow the elevator key to go upstairs. It turned out the main hall has a lovely seating area complete with sofa, foot-stool, and throw pillows, perfect for breast-feeding! Unfortunately, the room was packed with college students hitting the books. But I counted at least fourteen bare-breasted women in the mural, and concluded that anyone who could focus on their bookish endeavors amid so many exposed nipples could hardly complain at the addition of one more.
Franklin’s public library isn’t giant, but for its size the place has an astounding amount of art. The story as I understand it goes like this: the town leaders sent a letter to Ben Franklin saying “we named our town after you, so would you mind giving us a bell to commemorate the occasion?” After what I imagine to be a WTF moment at the brazen request for free goodies, Franklin retorted with, “bells just make noise, so no bells for you; but here, have some knowledge instead.” He gave the town a pile of books. So, born from the necessity of some befuddled town leaders stuck with an unexpected pile of books, all of our town signs say “welcome to Franklin, home of the nation’s first public library!”
I fed Gabe there in the fancy old wing surrounded by Dean college kids and a hundred-year-old mural full of boobies. The room was drop-a-pin silent and every sucking noise he made echoed, but nobody bothered us.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Reestablishing Balance
Since Gabe has blessed us by extending the number of contiguous hours he sleeps at night, last night after putting him to bed, Chris and I were finally able to curl up together on the sofa for a couple of episodes of True Blood. Finally, grown-up time! And we were still able to get ample sleep afterwards. Perhaps life after baby is possible after all!
Today, we had our two babysitters-in-training over to watch Gabe while Chris and I puttered about in the yard. We popped back in now and then to offer pointers. The young ladies are both new at babysitting infants, but they have both taken some newfangled babysitting class (what a terrific idea!) and the two of them have demonstrated that they can be responsible and cool-headed enough to watch a baby.
Not only did Chris and I get to indulge in our gardening obsession at the same time, but it feels like we are finally a part of the community by giving the two girls a chance to try out some adult responsibilities. It’s got to be refreshing at twelve years old to be treated as an adult.
Today, we had our two babysitters-in-training over to watch Gabe while Chris and I puttered about in the yard. We popped back in now and then to offer pointers. The young ladies are both new at babysitting infants, but they have both taken some newfangled babysitting class (what a terrific idea!) and the two of them have demonstrated that they can be responsible and cool-headed enough to watch a baby.
Not only did Chris and I get to indulge in our gardening obsession at the same time, but it feels like we are finally a part of the community by giving the two girls a chance to try out some adult responsibilities. It’s got to be refreshing at twelve years old to be treated as an adult.
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