Big boy

I was feeling anxious to post so that I could stop seeing the title: "I like you, here are my underpants" every time I checked the blog. So here are some big boy pictures of Barrett which will be much more fun for me to look at everyday.

Barrett turned five months old last week and I can hardly believe it. Here's his official five months pic - reclining in the chair like a tiny little old man.


And he just looks so big here; Matt especially likes this picture.
And I have to send out a very public THANK YOU to our wonderful friend Justin Wolfshohl (in addition to being the greatest friend ever, he also authors the best blog around: http://whyjustinwhy.blogspot.com/). Justin generously gave up his Friday night for us last weekend and became the first non-family member to give mom and dad a date night. He did awesome, and Barrett was all smiles when we got home. Matt and I were able to get out with another set of great and generous friends, the Latimers, who graciously shared their box seats at the Mavericks game with us. Praise God for such awesome friends.

I Like You, Here Are My Underpants

I would like to examine the phenomenon of women throwing their underwear at celebrities.

Jerry Seinfeld once joked about the ridiculousness of men resorting to honking their car horns at women to get their attention, but doesn’t throwing underwear have to rank lower on the flirtation totem pole? What does this action even mean? The obvious guess is that the thrower wants to have sex with the intended recipient of said underwear. If this is the case, why is Tom Jones always the person you hear about this happening to? Angie thinks it’s because he wears tight pants and does lots of pelvic thrusts. But have you seen Tom Jones?

And I’m wondering about the logistics of the underwear throwing. Is the action pre-meditated – the ladies all bring along a special pair of undies to toss – or are there awkward scenes taking place at Tom Jones concerts everywhere, with ladies reaching up through pant legs and tearing their hose, so turned on by the thrusting that they can’t help but throw their underwear in a moment of pure lust?

And why doesn’t this happen outside of concerts? Don’t women lust in other places? It has to be something about musicians, because I know it surely isn’t happening to celebrities like this guy…

Who knows, maybe rednecks don’t wear underwear.


-Matt and Angie – a coauthored blog post.

Halloween Fun

Precious little pea-man. This picture is already framed and up on the wall. I love it. The Lambs and Latimers came by for some pre-Halloween pictures. Abby the pumpkin is a little pumpkin indeed! And Ryann looked ridiculously cute with her little pig tails, pom poms, and megaphone.

We had a special Halloween celebration at Itsy Bitsy Yoga before our work out.

Trick or Treating - he held his own little goody bag - I was so proud!!

I did it again...

I'd like to make this public to help others avoid making the same awkward comment that I have recently made for the third - count it - first, second, third time.

Three times now, in an attempt to give a gal a compliment about her youthful appearance, I have created an awkward situation. I am somewhat famous for creating awkward situations, but I do like to avoid them whenever possible. How the scene plays out is: a woman tells me that she has a child who is X years old. I say, "wow, you don't look old enough to have a child that age." Instead of saying "thanks!" like I expect her to, she then becomes uncomfortable and tells me that she had the child when she was 14, 15, or 17 respectively. It's especially awkward if this person is your boss.

I am somehow amazed that I've managed to do this three times without learning my lesson. I'm reminded of a time when I told Katie Noble that I had just eaten 3 oranges. She said, "it's not that eating three oranges is that crazy - it's that after having eaten 2 oranges, you might say to yourself, 'I think I'll have an orange'"

-Angie

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday 10/17 to the lovely and delightful Courtney Greenberg. Hope you had a great time in New York - happy day!


Happy Birthday 10/18 to my new little niece - Mckenzie Lyn Ridenour! 8 lbs, 1 oz - Couldn't be happier for you, Ryan and Joey! Congratulations!!!

For Justin, An Opinion Post

id·i·o·path·ic: adj. Of, relating to, or designating a disease having no known cause.

I think that the term "idiopathic" should be something of an embarassment to the medical community. Of course, it's only reasonable to acknowledge that not everything can be known. There is research yet to be done, and there are some things we just don't know yet. My particular beef with the term idiopathic, though, is that it seems like it's trying to hide its own meaning. It sounds like a word that a knowledgeable person would know, yet it actually works to cover up a lack of knowledge. I assume that a doctor doesn't want to say, "um, yeah, we don't know why you're having migraines," so he says, "you're having idiopathic headaches" - as though that were a satisfactory diagnosis.

I have a similar problem with the notion of an exclusionary diagnosis. I'll put a finer point on that and talk about SIDS. First of all, it's the syndrome that dare not speak its name for any parent of infants, so I hardly dare type it, but I think about it all the time, so I may as well mention it here. We don't know what causes it. The name, Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, itself should be an embarassment - our diagnosis: your infant has suddenly died. And we don't know why, we just know what didn't cause it.

I accept that modern medicine has its limits, but let's call a spade a spade.

-Angie

Four Months

The official four months shot
Getting ready to start eating solids! He loves his booster seat.
Fun in the big bath tub for the first time. We probably won't return until he's sitting on his own a little better, but it was good fun.
Justin has requested an opinion post, and Matt and I are both trying to come up with suitable topics. Suggestions welcome, but I promise, an opinion post is forthcoming.