Volleyball! Part Two!!

I was a beautiful day (up until the downpour - which I might have enjoyed more than Erin did) and the rainbow was just the topper to a great time playing volleyball and sharing great food with friends. Thanks to Layo Mayoli for these great shots of Adrian and of us all!

A few pictures I forgot to post.

Yes, I've had to go back to work. And while that might mean great things for the Food Coop, it doesn't really leave much time for uploading cute pictures of Adrian. Wait no longer dear reader!

Adrian loves his mobile! He actually loved looking at the skeleton of the mobile before Erin hung the owls (see below) on in, but we think he likes the owls even more.

Yes, the owls. They're not monsters. Everyone thinks they're monsters. Monsters=scary. Owls=funny. See? Its simple.
Up close and personal.
Sometimes Erin lets me carry Adrian - but usually just around the house. Someday . . .

Volleyball!

Another beautiful day in Brooklyn. Volleyball in Prospect Park on a sunny day in May. I didn't take any pictures of Adrian playing volleyball: he was just too damn good; you wouldn't believe it.

Bath Time!

Yes, we do wash our baby. Here are some snaps of Adrian's first bath.

Aunt Debbie stares in wonder

At the chaos that one baby can create.
Looking forward to her own grandchild later this year, Aunt Debbie imagines what a child will do to the small confines of a Dublin apartment. Megan and James are in for it to be sure . . .

Don't worry!

Nana knows how to hold babies.



Tammy and Debbie visit from Idaho. Wow, how to make a long story short. . .You'll have to ask them about the comedy club fiasco and the underwear model. I'll tell you about our fantastic trip to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and the Fifth Ave Street Fair.

Christine Love burps the baby

What else can I say? Everyone loves Adrian. Once you get an eye-full of this kid its impossible not to fall head over heels.

The Claw

Adrian, amazed by his own hands, reaches out for the invisible boob in the sky that feeds us all. Evidently only he can see it and it taunts him constantly.

When he catches it he promises to share with everyone.

Monday in the park with Adrian.

We had our first walking only outing to Prospect Park on Monday and we sat here on this park bench overlooking the lake watching turtles sunning themselves, Canadian geese fighting, sparrows flitting about, squirrels running hither and yon and a parade of Brooklyn folks right out of central casting. Just a few of the highlights were: the young Israeli kids talking loudly on cel phones about (probably) buying drugs, the gruff old Russian man reading the paper, the Latino bike gang, and (my favorite!) the old Muslim fisherman with his homemade fishing rod.

We love Brooklyn!

Freezer Guy!

Park Slope Food Coop's own Freezer Guy stopped by with some delicious chili and a hankerin' to hold a baby!

Adrian was excited to meet Caleb and the feeling seemed to be mutual. Adrian had just gotten some new jammies and was excited to try those on as well.

Caleb, you'll be happy to know that we froze a bunch of that chili and we'll be enjoying it all summer long (I don't mean it like that).

I know you can't see him . . .

. . .but he's there!

On the "Q" train no less. Erin, wearing her clothing swap jacket she got last week, Adrian and I went to Chinatown to have some blood drawn: the only lab open on a Sunday. Adrian was a champ and didn't cry at all during the draw. The technician said "the boys love the titties." We weren't sure what to make of this, but bought pork buns down the street. Good times.

Wesley sniffs it out!

Wesley has been suspicious for weeks. There's a certain level of paranoia that is well justified. Adrian smells like danger. Or dinner - I'm not sure, but every time Wesley gets a sniff he runs off at full speed, heading for the furthest place in the apartment to hide.

When we got home today from the Botanic Garden, he jumped up in Erin's lap, thinking perhaps that we had left Adrian outside somewhere. When he found out that we hadn't abandoned our infant son, he slunk off to the living room to pout into his litter box.