Baby Photos!

I was going to just dump a bunch of pictures without explanations, but that just isn't for me.  So, here are some photos, with brief explanations.

Megan's face is an exact balance between "What on earth just happened?" and "This is the happiest day of my life!"

Topher's face is purely "What on earth just happened?"

Megan's happiness showing a bit more.

One of many "I'm not very pleased with what is going on here" looks that Topher has given me.

Topher's impression of the Cloverfield monster.

Topher with his incredibly supportive Grandma.

Once we got him cleaned up, Topher proved to be a relaxed, happy, sleepy baby.

Sleepy.

Megan is fully into "This is the happiest day of my life!" now.  Nothing like a night's rest and a shower to bring that out.

Topher seems concerned with where his life is going.

More pictures (many, many more) to come in the following days, months, and years (Insofar as the blog fad continues).

Decision 2008

In such times of rampant muckraking and smears, it's a breath of fresh air to see that Willington's local politics sticks to the issues. It's simple really, you make the call: Do you value candidates who can bust a move,

or who will feed you?

I'm Garfield the Cat, and I approve this message.

Perhaps the best part of this all is that it doesn't even matter what party you support, you are going to vote for the same person:

Willington's 2008 Ballot

Yes indeed, you can have your Lasagna, and dance with it, too. God Bless America.

Redemption

Well, we decided to try again.  We dropped that last kid off in Nebraska and made a second go of it.  We think we did significantly better this time.

Unfortunately, makemebabies.com totally gave away the outfit we were going to bring the baby home from the hospital in.

And then things got silly.

Somehow I've had quite a bit of extra time on my hands this week, with the blog taking the brunt of my untapped attention.

You've seen the creepy woods behind our apartment, but you may not know that when we moved in here there were creepy woods in front of our apartment. Not anymore. Now we have a Gazebo!


They cut down most of the trees, put up a gazebo, and spread hay everywhere. We're not sure what the hay is for. I'm guessing it is mulch/insulation for the winter or it is the grass seed itself.

You may also remember the creepy shack that was out there:


To alleviate the creepiness of said shack, a gazebo would not suffice. No, they had to kick it up a notch. They had to add some miniature potted cacti.

New Mexican Gnomes would feel right at home.

In other news, we had a baked potato literally explode in our oven:


I'd show the unexploded part of the potato, but the camera ran out of batteries at that moment, so I ate it while they charged. This photo was taken just before I vacuumed our oven.

My one regret with our current situation in Connecticut is that we don't live in "Norwegian Wood" apartments.

(This Bird Has Flown)

My mind is simply blown with all the follow-up jokes I could be making at this point ("Mean Mr. Mustard Hot Dog Stand," "Rocky Raccoon Pest Control" "Fixing a Hole Roof Repair"). I will note that you don't have to sleep in the bath if you live there.

Last but not least, we can add two more critters to our posse. Apparently a family of wood chucks live near my building on campus and this fellow paid us a visit just now:


At first he looked like a kangaroo or an especially large rabbit, but proved not to be the case.

That's it for now. Maybe I'll possibly do some reading now.

I'm a therapist. I do therapy.

We are happy to report that I am officially one hour of therapy closer to being a certified Marriage and Family Therapist (only 499 to go). Wednesday night, Rachael (a girl in my program) and I were chosen to be the guinea pigs of the group and took the first clients our group has seen. I obviously can't go into details here (or anywhere, really), but can happily report that neither of us threw up or tripped, the standard by which my program measures initial success. What is more important, the clients will be returning next week, an even better indication of success. Things were a little dicey at the beginning of the session, but once we calmed down things went much smoother. Fortunately for me (and Megan and our baby), I can still see myself doing this for a living. A good start if I do say so myself.

While I'm here, I found some lingering pictures on my computer that may be of interest to our adoring fans.

The BYU Alumni Association graciously sent me a miniature, laminated copy of my diploma. Having my diploma with me 24/7 has made it significantly easier to respond when people ask "Are you stupid or something?"

No, I haven't taken up dealing drugs. This is the money from my student loans (We've since put it in a bank account). I wanted to spread it on the floor and roll around in it, but Megan said I'd have to settle for a gangsta picture.

Finally, below you will find pictures of our furnished and decorated apartment.

Our Sofa.

Megan's recliner and the TV. For some reason I thought the picture would come through on the TV, but that was not the case. The bunny ears antenna spent a few weeks growing as I added aluminum foil to try to boost the reception. When I then took it off, I discovered there was no difference.

The Kitchen and Dining area. We have to put the Microwave on top of the fridge or else we lose two-thirds of our counter space.

Another shot of the kitchen plus my car through the window for good measure.

The Stairs leading upstairs. The front door is right behind me. You can't tell, but somehow we decided to put both of the framed photos that are significantly photoshopped in one location.

This is the "Culture Corner" of the second bedroom (The map on the right is a map of sunken treasure ships). We lost a bookshelf in the move, so we had to get creative in shelving all our books (By "creative" I mean we threw the extras in a box).

This is my desk. I don't generally work at my desk, but it's nice to know its there in case we have to hide under something during an earthquake.

And this is the baby's corner. That's a UConn hat on the dresser, if you were wondering.

Last, but not least. Judging by the floor, whoever designed our bathroom also apparently did the bathrooms in the HBLL.

Peg legs, Squirrels, and Scott

We've recently changed our blog quite a bit and I'm sure many of you are wondering: why does Megan have a peg leg in the main picture? Or maybe, why is there a random squirrel as their background? I have one word for you people: Scott. In many cases where a couple has a blog together it is assumed that the female in the relationship controls what's on the blog...not true in our case. I told Scott last night that I wanted a change to our background, maybe something silly since we had a silly picture at the top. So he came up with the squirrel. It actually is pretty funny if you scroll down and put it next to some of the pictures :) The peg leg picture was taken on our honeymoon when we visited a pirate museum. Apparently my feet were at just enough of an odd angle to allow Scott to take one of them off and add a peg leg. He loves this picture so much we even have it framed. If you know Scott, none of this explanation was needed. If you don't, I feel bad for you!

Err...

I named this baby "Mic", but it looks like "John Belushi" might have been more appropriate.


Makemebabies.com better consider itself lucky that we don't have a choice in the matter of having a baby or not at this point. Talk about effective birth control. The kid has bigger eyebrows than I do.