Month: June 2008
Gotta Go Pack
The alarm will be going off early tomorrow morning so we can make it to the airport by 4:30 a.m. for our 5:30 flight – but I don’t think I’ll have too much trouble waking up. I’m too… Read More
Letter to Camille: Twenty-Three Months
Hello Sweet Camille, and Happy 23 month birthday (plus one day)! I started writing this letter to you yesterday, but a storm knocked out the power in our house and it didn’t come on until this evening. No… Read More
Welcome Baby Jones!
Well so far, Erin managed to have a fantastic labor and delivery, give birth to a cutie pie, and still look fabulous moments after he was born. I’d say things are going well, and this video clip is… Read More
Get Ready, Mr. Jones!
We’re in Miami where hopefully, in less than 24 hours, Baby Jones will arrive! He’s a little behind schedule, so they’re planning to induce in the morning. I’ve been feeling the baby squirm and wiggle all night in… Read More
Happy Daddy’s Day
Right now, I’m taking a quick break from cooking dinner while the potatoes roast, and listening to Camille and her Daddy hanging out upstairs. They’re playing the electric guitar, Lee is singing and Camille is laughing. I’m so… Read More
Playhouse Mania
My neighbor had a playhouse when I was growing up. It was one of those legit playhouses, built out of wood with a front porch and curtained windows. We spent countless hours in that thing, and I loved… Read More
TV or Not TV, That is the Question
Before I had Camille and before my friends had kids, I used to believe televisions did not belong in cars. I was a travel snob, and may have even said something like, “we didn’t have TVs in the… Read More
Grump-opotamus
I knew it was bound to happen, I just didn’t expect the transformation to be so swift and complete. Camille has lost her timidity of the ocean. When we first began going to the beach this summer, she… Read More
Missing the Grands
Camille and I got spoiled rotten when Nana came to stay with us for a whole week, and now that she’s gone Camille keeps asking forlornly, “Nana?” I explain that she had to go bye-bye. Then she asks… Read More
