welcome to the nelson morgue

There are few things in life more disturbing than to walk into your own living room to find seven dolls all carefully arranged with blankets lovingly draped over their lifeless bodies. Anybody who has seen the Chuckie series of movies know the chills I'm talking about.

Uncle Darren

We're not sure why but Brynna seems to love that scruffy bastard. Maybe its because he'll actually turn on Mickey Mouse and watch it with her when she asks.

leaves!

Too freaking busy to post recently so here are some photos of B jumping in the leaves a couple of weeks ago. She's still young so we decided not to rake the leaves on top of a steaming pile of chance poo for that "first dive suprise" but when she gets a little older and more sulky I just might.

Happy Thanksgiving

We like to extend the Thanksgiving feast as long as possible - meal number three tomorrow. In the meantime here are a few more pictures from our trip to the The Aquarium.













Brynna loved watching this GIANT sea turtle.












Unable to access the live penguins Brynna opted to shower this statue with her affection - including kisses!












Sadly, Brynna wasn't all that interested in the seals. They seemed pretty interested in her though - maybe it was the fruit cup.


















Thanks for "baby penguin" Aunt Cara and Uncle Rusty (he resides in the "belly" of the penguin backpack) !

Ping pong time

Eager to learn.

holding the paddle like marcy



one foot on the floor kid!

precious cargo

aquarium

A couple of weekends ago we ventured down to beantown to take Brynna to visit with Uncle Rusty and Aunt Cara and to go to the New England Aquarium. B had a blast and couldn't get enough of the penguins and turtles. Everything else could take a flying leap as far as she was concerned. Many more photos to come...

abc's

head and shoulders knees and toes

Retirement hopes squandered

There comes a point in each parent's life when they make the realization that their amazingly brilliant child has probably been secretly eating paint chips in their spare time because they do something so amazingly stupid that there are just no words. Its best to find out early on so you don't pin your retirement hopes on your offspring ruling the free world and being able to provide you with the retirement you deserve considering the sacrifices you made to make their life almost liveable (Except, of course, for the unfortunate teen years. Poor, poor teenagers, you have it sooooo rough.) We made our realization the other day when I discovered B will chase a flashlight beam around like some idiotic ankle biter dog with a brain the size of a concord grape. Observe:




I do have to admit though that she did somewhat redeem herself by opening the doors to limit the amount of surface area for the beam to land on. Maybe there is hope for her yet. I mean, seriously, do you think George Bush would have thought of that? I suspect after not being able to figure out what to do with it, he would have deemed the light part of the Axis of Evil and declared war on our kitchen just to save face.

More trick or treat

Here are a few pics from Halloween just prior to heading out to beg for sugary snacks.

Remember yesterday when I mentioned the 10 mini m&m's? Well here is photographic proof. There is no better way to get a kid jazzed up for trick or treating than to shove sugar orbs down her throat first.

Hmmm, what's in here?

After the m&m's Marcy and I were feeling a bit guilty so we also offered her a pancake to balance things out and keep child services at bay. Funny enough, she actually preferred the pancake over the chocolate. She's definitely no daughter of Marcy's

Trick or Treat

Halloween 2007 was B's first real trick-or-treating experience. In 2006 she technically went as well but if we're all being honest here Marcy and I have to admit we only took her last year to troll for compliments. Parents of infants are desperate like that.

Anyway, for 2007 we had planned on marching B in the Boothbay Harbor parade (hmmm, seeing a pattern here? We're compliment whores really.) but B ended up have a rough night the night before and a doctor's visit that afternoon so we decided to stay close to home and hit up a couple of the downtown streets. B started out pretty shy but by the end she was getting into it enough that if you used a laser listening device you'd just barely be able to make out the faintest "trick or treat" uttered while she looked away with her tongue between her fingers. I'm sure she was having fun though because when we left she was screaming "one more house! one more house!".

Lets see here. What will give me the energy to get through the night? Maybe some mini m&m's?

Yep, worked.

This guy almost heard her talk.

For some reason B wasn't entirely terrified of this women (I was though, just look at that face!)

All in all a successful Halloween and best of all, when we got home from work that day after Chance had eaten the entire pumpkin load of candy so we didn't have to since B doesn't care for it yet. Yet.

The great pumpkin massacre

The frontal labotomy

Brains!