She likes the attention

Have you ever wondered what a red afro would look like when stuffed into a hat? Well, here it is.














To keep with the theme, B also tried a bike rag on for size.



















In case you can't tell, B really hams it up for the camera. 

Jackpot!

It’s now official, I’m worth more dead to Marcy than alive.  My new life insurance policy is now in effect and Marcy stands to profit handsomely if I kick it between now and my 52nd  birthday.  I’m really should have thought this through a bit more though considering the number of times daily that I annoy Marcy and make her want to kill me.  I’ve always assumed that she was kidding when she would jokingly wrap her hands around my neck or threaten to stab me but I’m afraid that I’ve now given her the incentive to finally follow through.  Of course she’ll have to be more creative than that since I doubt the insurance company would buy her “he annoyed me to death” excuse.  I suspect she’ll find some way for my mountain bike to explode while in a remote locale.  I guess I’ll have to take an extra minute or two before each ride to be sure my wheels are on tight, my brakes work etc.  I’ve got my eye on you Marcy, you’d better walk the straight and narrow because remember, we’re getting a policy for you soon too…

turkey day 3

 

turkey day 2

Family photo














Looking for itty with Aunt Cara



















Thanks for coming, see you next year. 

Turkey Day

Another Turkey Day has come and gone in DAMNelson land and once again it was a true test of our mental and physical stamina. The day started out nicely with a quiet early morning at home but by 10:30 it was time to load up the wagons and head to the land of eternal blight. Actually, the areas that our parents live in are pretty nice but you have to travel through some pretty depressing areas to get there so at least it gives us something to be thankful for.

Stop one was at Mimi Jo and Papa Don’s for some lunch gluttony. Marcy and I both wisely took only small portions so as to not be doubled over in pain come 7pm. Unfortunately, once the pie made its appearance I was done for and quickly devoured two mighty pieces of chocolate cream pie. Yummy-liscous but unfortunately I went from merely satisfied to uncomfortably bloated in less than ten minutes. Woopsie, my bad.

After the meal, B-Girl did her best to entertain the crowd of droopy eyed carnivores. She also worked a bit on her dog-open-mouth-kissing routine giving Georgia (mimi and papa’s dog) an open mouth kiss. I’ll spare you the details but lets just say Georgia did some exploratory work within B’s open mouth. So sweet.















Two hours later, it was off to stop number two at the land of Lucas. There we successfully ate only very small portions. The highlight of the visit was B getting to play with her kinda cousin Trinity. Neither has quite learned to share but overall they got along real well and played nicely.

Next, it was off to tthe original Nelsons ™ (now with less sugar!) for big ole feast number three. Marcy and I were starting to feel a bit turkey weary so I ate strictly veggies, salad and a piece of strawberry cheesecake the size of a hubcap. Woopsie again!

Another successful family visit whirlwind.














Oh yeah, and since my post a couple weeks ago about B’s lack of verbal skills she has unleashed with an onslaught of new words. Some new favorites are, mimi (for mimi jo), papa (for papa don), da-di (for daddy of course), ma-ma (much more consistently now), babow (for bottle), ba-bi (for baby, her dolls), dow (for dog), iti (for kitty), tee (for tree), ba-bye, na-nite, mo (for more), eat (for, uh, eat), no( for nose), eye, up and how can I forget, No, No, No, No, No! 

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Random B-pics

Take your pacifier baby.



















I said, take it already!  

Not so fast!

Here you go again daddy. I thought you had learned your lesson the last time. Let me give you an example, if my head is so big, why can I fit my whole head into your giant helmet?

Check this out. Is this a helmet or a spaceship?






































Your loving (sometimes) daughter.

Brynna 

kick ball

I don't think I've said this in a while so here it is again just in case you forgot. B has a giant, bulbous melon. Look at that thing! I don't have confirmation yet but I believe its the only head visible from space.
 

B-lates

What do you get when you cross a mommy doing pilates and a baby who wants to be the center of attention? Extra resistance and sore abs, thats what. 

Pemaquid Point Lighthouse...

Marcy here. Rick has been dealing with deadlines and meetings most of the week so I thought I would post a quick photo blog of recent happenings in the Nelson household.

On Wednesday (the only semi-decent day this week!) B and I took a quick trip to Pemaquid Lighthouse. We were there earlier this fall but, of course, my camera batteries died. Brynna seemed to enjoy herself. She had a blast watching the birds and waves. Every time a wave would crash or a bird would fly by she would wave and say "bye bye". The cute purple hat was made by B-girl's Grammie Nelson. Not surprisingly B is quickly outgrowing it - hint hint Grammie! :)


















































Ooh! I think I see a spot on your lens!


















Walking along the fence Brynna had to touch each board.


















One of the rare occasions when B looks small.

Put that girl to work!

Its about time B started pulling her weight around this joint but she's showing some serious lack of enthusiasm. Everybody knows you can't swiffer and suck your thumb at the same time! 

Marcy and B at breakfast with Mimi Jo on Friday. 

For your viewing pleasure, here are two videos of B putting toys into and pulling them out of her toy basket. FYI the pony and dog toys talk, play music and move so they are pretty heavy.

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video 2

me loves the sushi

 

Brynna knows a lot of words.

As first time parents, Marcy and I are constantly amazed at the intellect and physical prowess of our little princess.  Enough so that people will run away screaming when I begin to wax poetic (yet again) about how Brynna can almost tell the difference between the dog’s food and her own.

We’re proud of her advanced mobility, but that’s not what we’re most proud of.

We’re proud of her comprehension skills, but that’s not what we’re most proud of.

We’re proud of her anal retentive tendencies, but that’s not what we’re most proud of.

We’re proud of her gigantic head and big ole belly, but that’s not what we’re most proud of.

We’re proud of the fact that she cries when she poops on the floor or in the tub (funny, daddy cries about that too), but that’s not what we’re most proud of.

We’re most proud of her astonishing verbal abilities.  I believe I’ve previously mentioned some of the many words in her vocabulary.  These included dog “da”, kitty “itti”, mommy “ma or ma ma”, daddy “da or da da” and tree “te”.  Since then, she’s added a few more to her repertoire as well as perfected some of her previous words.  Her new vocab is this:

Daddy “da”
Dog “da”
Kitty “da”
Tree “da”
Food “da”
Car “da”
Yes “da” isn’t that german or Russian?  She is a genius.
Sun, sky, floor, ball, book, keys,  yada yada “da”

We’re so proud.

More Halloween Pics

Either the time change or teething has really been messing with B-girl's sleep schedule. After being up all night Monday night and refusing all naps at school on Tuesday Brynna was too exhausted and grumpy for trick-or-treating. Instead she asked for bed (saying "nigh nigh") at 6:15 Halloween night! So, we missed out on the trick-or treating thing but she did have lots of fun people watching at the party Saturday. Here are a few more pics of her from that party. We figure by next year she will be raring to go with the trick-or-treating/candy thing! By then she will probably be demanding to be Elmo or a Disney Princess as well.

Halloween

This year for Halloween, B went as a cute little goldfish. The first time I saw B in her costume I laughed my ass off because she looked so damn funny waddling around screaming and squealing. B is too young to really appreciate Halloween and we're sure as hell not going to let her eat candy so the costume was merely a way for Marcy and I to troll for compliments. With that in mind, Saturday we were off to the Halloween party held each year at the Damariscotta Y for the area kids. There wasn't a great deal going on but we did get lots of ooh's and aah's so it was all good.

On to the pics.















A goldfish eating a goldfish. Something aint right here.