More Pictures for the Fun Of It

Here is a hodge podge of pictures from the past few weeks.



Meghan and her Aunt Michelle

Just call me chompers!

Sleepy Baby

You don't get those cankles from not eating.

July 4th, 2008 in downtown Beaufort

Spiggy & Friends Fundraiser Kickoff Party

Every year my dad does a big fundraiser involving a golf tournament and Redskins party. This year he decided to do a kick-off dinner to officially start the raffle sales, thank the supporters, etc.. I think my parents had over 100 people at the house. They had a pig roast and a pseudo "last comic standing." My 9 year old nephew, Walter, won the "overall" joke contest.


His prize: My dad will take him to the Redskins game of his choice.
Walter's choice: "I want to go to an away game."


And Saturday was also my parents' 39th wedding anniversary.

Here are some pictures of Meghan with her cousin Gini from the party.

Don't Invite Me To Your House

This past April when Meghan and I went to my parents house in Maryland the heater went out upstairs. My parents keep the upstairs a little bit cooler so I didn't think too much of it. Until the next night when it was about 60 degrees in the bedrooms. I was freezing with 2 blankets and a sweatshirt. I know Meghan had to be cold. My parents got the heat fixed and all was well.

Fast forward to this weekend. We notice Saturday night that it seems warm upstairs. By Sunday afternoon it was over 80 degrees upstairs in the bedrooms. We have all the windows open and poor Meghan is sleeping in her diaper. About the same time that I wake up to go downstairs, Mom and Dad are both heading down to the living room to sleep. It was like one big slumber party. Mom on the couch. Dad in the lazy boy. Meghan in the pack-n-play. And me in a sleeping bag on the floor. Thankfully the A/C is n ow fixed.

Apparently everytime I visit my parents something with the HVAC goes bad. If this keeps up, my parents aren't going to let me visit anymore.

Trainwreck Coming Through

Funny story from last week... with help from my sister Cindy, I decided to surprise my parents and fly up to Maryland this past Thursday with Meghan. It was their 39th anniversary and the kick-off party for Dad's annual fundraiser. I'd planned on spending a week with my parents and returning the following weekend. Michelle is flying home to Chicago (from Bluffton) the same weekend that I fly back. Perfect- Michelle will drive Kevin's car to the airport, leave it, and then I'll drive it home. I digress...

Michelle dropped me off at the Savannah airport a little after 7AM. (Yes, I was running late as usual. And to make matters worse, we were in Kevin's Jeep and the gas light came on during the drive to the airport. That normally means you have about 3 seconds until you are out of gas.) We parked near the curbside check so Michelle could help me with the suitcase, car seat, and Meghan. I keep the car keys with the key fob and Michelle has the extra key that was made at the dealership last year. As I go through security Michelle calls to tell me the car won't start. I cannot believe that we actually ran out of gas! My initial thought is for her to ask one of the valets for assistance, and maybe they can get one of the maintenance guys to help. I have to get to my plane so Michelle is left to deal with this all by herself.

As my plane is taxiing away, my cell phone rings. Its Michelle... no, the car was not out of gas. She has the wrong key. The key she has will not work in the ignition. She needs the one with the computer chip- that I have with me! So now when I land in Atlanta, I have to give my key to a Delta Rep that will give it to the flight attendant on the next flight back to Savannah (which isn't until noon. Its only 9AM at this point.) Meanwhile back at the Savannah Airport, the security will not let Michelle leave the Jeep parked along the curb so they call a TOW TRUCK to TOW THE JEEP (thankfully only to the employee parking.)

My flight is late getting into Atlanta. Meghan's dirty diaper is leaking on my shirt and her bloomers. I get the car key handed over, change Meghan's diaper, and rush to my gate. I was the last person to get on the flight. I am sweating and both Meghan and I smell like poop. I try calling Michelle when I get seated but the flight attendants shushed me and made me turn off my cell.

When I get to BWI I call Michelle. The key made it back to Savannah and Michelle is on her way home. Hopefully she doesn't second guess her decision to move in with us! I felt so bad... I had no idea the other key wouldn't work. Learn something new everyday.

I finally changed out of my poopy shirt about 11PM that night.

Popeye The Sailorman

Here is Meghan's best Popeye impersonation. You be the judge.

Bad Hair Day

Meghan FINALLY has some hair growing. No, its not quite enough to put in a bow or ribbon (Auntie D), but its coming in. This has led to some bad hair days lately. These pictures show the worst day yet.

What better way to deal with a bad hair day than to cover it up with a pretty hat! Here is Meghan rolling around in her new car that she got from her Grandma for her bithday.

And the fork ran away with the spoon...

Meghan has decided that she wants to feed herself and actually gets mad when I try to feed her with a spoon. I guess she has to learn sooner or later. As you can see from the pictures and video, looks like its going to be sooner. In the video you can see our friend's dog, Snuffy (short for Snuffleupagus from Sesame Street) walking around in the kitchen. He's a 1 year old Old English Sheepdog. Shane & Nicki stayed with us for a few days before their move to Texas. Snuffy tried herding Meghan whenever he had the chance. At one point I think Snuffy even tried to carry Meghan around by her scruff (the back of her t-shirt) but we stopped that as soon as we saw what he was doing.