Excursion, part two

In which Saul does not want to sit on the damn pumpkin

Excursion, part one

We took Saul to ride the Zilker Zephyr. Can you tell just how much he doesn't care?

Saul 10/23/08

Bathtub

Monday Morning Saul

Saul was playing so hard that he fell asleep on the floor in his room.

Playing in the bathtub:


To a limited extent, he now dresses himself. I let the results speak for themselves.

Somehow, every time I leave the house, I come home to this:

Adios

When I started this blog, it was just something to do. Later, especially after B and I lost our first baby, it became a place for me to express my feelings, a kind of therapy. Gradually, it evolved into a way to keep in touch with family and friends, and to allow far off relatives to watch Saul growing up.

Lately, the desire to write about my life has kind of disappeared. Posting has started to feel like more of a burden than a release. So I have decided to take an extended break. I will continue to post pictures of Saul for family, but I think that's going to be it for awhile.

I hope I can still keep in touch with everyone, whether through Facebook or email or actual, real live face to face interaction.

Thanks to everyone for listening to my rambling over the last few years.

This I Believe

This particular essay touched me in a way I can't even find words for. I'm just glad I'm working from home today so that I can cry all I want like the big baby that I am.

Portrait link

Saul's 1 year portraits. As always, Carrie made everything so fabulous that I get a little teary looking at my beautiful baby boy.

Because I said I would

Saul's vacuum yodeling. Turn up the volume to get the full bizarreness of it.