road trip in my new ride

hey everybody, this is Isaac.

i wanted mommy to show you my new ride. you see, i had to get a new car seat cuz i'm all big and stuff now. i don't need that baby one anymore. nope, not me! i have my own big boy chair that lets me sit up straight and tall and look out the back window of daddy's truck.



all the trees are orange and red now. i know that because last weekend we drove to Boston to visit friends. i didn't know them until i got there. mommy did though. she and Elizabeth became friends while they studied abroad in France together. then, mommy saw Elizabeth marry Sean in Ireland. then, Elizabeth and Sean had a baby. his name is Ian. it starts with an "i" like my name. awesome. he is only 12 days younger than me, so we could hang sans problemas. he shared his toys with me and pulled my hair. you know, rough and tough guy stuff. we went to the Boston Commons park and ate in a pub. Ian shared his cheerios with me. he's a cool friend. i think mommy and daddy had fun with Elizabeth and Sean. i'm pretty sure i could smell a pasta dinner and heard a wine cork pop after they put me to bed. sunday morning, the mommies and babies walked to get coffee and donuts while the daddies slept in. mommy didn't let me taste her donut, but she told me they will be my special saturday morning treats someday. just like when she was little.







i told mommy i want to play with Ian again. maybe he can come to my house next time and i'll let him play with my fun music table and we'll have pancakes.

to prepare for the next post, you can look up plagiocephaly, and then you'll know what's going on in my life these days. mommy will tell you all about it and show you pictures. for now, i'm going to be enjoying the view from my new ride.

isaac

10 months and growing strong

Licky licky.


Season turns.


Baby Abercrombie? It could work.


Organizing the kitchen.


Hello?


Prison break!

and you call this a football game?

It was a gorgeous, fall Saturday afternoon, sunny, blue skies, mid sixties...the perfect day to attend a rowdy football game and cheer with the crowds while enjoying a hot dog and crisp coke. We were lucky to have in our possession tickets to the Yale vs. Cornell game and Tita Jeni volunteered to stay home with Isaac. So, Keith and I bounced out the door ready to get in touch with our southern sports-loving roots and join the Yale fans in the stands.

We arrived and the parking lots were fairly packed. We saw some attempts at tailgating, and even a big blown up bull dog, which we learned is the Yale mascot, "Handsome Dan". seriously. Anyway, we approached the Yale Bowl and there were no lines (we were only about 10 minutes late) and just a little gate that you walked through where they took your tickets. On our left were some cardboard tables set up with t-shirts and sweatshirts for sale. (booster club?) We then passed a large shack which was the concession stand. A long tunnel led us under the first and only deck to come out in to the 85% empty Yale Bowl stadium. We had no trouble finding a seat in General Admission, the selection was abundant.

During the game, we tried to get in to it, really we did...but there was just no hope. It was like watching a bad high school football game in Texas. Very little passing, the ball changed hands way too often which meant we watched each team punt WAY too much. In fact, I think a know a couple high school teams in Texas that could give these Ivy-League teams a run for their money. Once, there was actually a play that was really good and we wanted to watch a replay. However, when Keith and I both turned to look at the JumboTron, we were left remembering there was no such greatness, but only a small digital scoreboard, which we were told is "new".




All in all, we enjoyed being outdoors and laughing at the scene. We left during the early 4th quarter to grab a burger at this joint in New Haven that claims to have invented the hamburger. They only serve them on thin sliced white bread, with onions, tomatoes, and/or cheese as your only options for toppings. Medium rare. No condiments allowed. This is how they were originally made and served. You ask for them any other way and you get yelled at. A tasty, one of a kind experience.



I will leave you with a recent picture of Isaac chillin' in Target, because he is, after all, cuter than both Keith and I combined.