Archive for July, 2005

Babysitting Devon

Saturday, July 23rd, 2005

This weekend Basil, Beckett, and I are in Atlanta babysitting Miss Devon. The four of us are off for an afternoon adventure to the Grossology exhibit at Fernbank, in honor of Rosie Brown’s 39th birthday.

Babysitting Devon is delightful? She and Beckett have been pretty sweet together. One minute they’re playing the “Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even think about me.” game, and the next minute they’re giving each other five, and blowing kisses. It’s kind of cool that Beckett has a cousin so close in age. I hope they’re going to be great friends growing up. Devon is such a wonderful person. She’s gorgeous, and smart, and smiles slyly when you’re being silly with her. She has an incredible look in her eye. One that lets you know that she might have a few things figured out already, but she’ll humor you as you explain how it works.

She’s something else. Something extraordinary.

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Another BLOG? You’re Kidding, right?

Thursday, July 21st, 2005

I have started a new blog for all things Mind, Body, and Soul related. I’m hoping a few friends will join in and write with me in the newly launched, The Princess Project.

You can find a permanant link over there on the right navigation menu anytime you want to pop in and check up on my fat ass.

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Fresh Catch

Friday, July 15th, 2005

Fresh Catch

We caught the biggest fish in Little Manistique Lake, and so now we can go home. We’re leaving the UP today, and going back to the work of everyday life.

This has been a wonderful vacation. Beckett has gotten to know his grandparents and they’ve gotten to know him. He’s met his great grandmothers and one of his great grandfathers. He ate his first ice cream cone at the old fashioned ice cream parlor in Curtis. And he’s fallen asleep, dead tired from days of playing in the lake.

Vacations may look a little less exotic from the outside once you have a baby. There aren’t many nights of strolling city streets, and drinking in pubs with new found foreign friends. But there are bursts of belly laughs that make you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven.

We need to do this more often.

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