"I'm ready for my close-up."

The Twins' Newest Fan

Whit attended his first Twins game today! They lost, but we all enjoyed the fantastic weather, the amazing new stadium, and some yummy Cargill beef hot dogs (from cattle that were undoubtedly fed a healthy diet of wheat midds).

Ch-ch-changes

My hair is falling out. I feel the need to share this so that friends and family who have not seen me for a while will understand why I am disturbingly starting to resemble Sinead O'Connor. And it's literally everywhere - the drain, my clothes, Whit's clothes, my pillow, the floor, the kitchen counter, my car, my desk at work...basically it is everywhere but on my head. So I'm a reasonable person, and have appreciated the propagatory significance behind most bodily changes that have gone on for the past year. But this one I have to say simply does not compute. Did ancient women use the discarded hair to knit baby blankets, or to stuff the fur from their kill to make stuffed animals? I think not. Did they need a way to feel less attractive after their belly deflated, leaving them with a gelatinous wrinkly pouch? Again, I think not. And finally, did their hair deposits function like a dog peeing on every tree on the perimeter of their yard, proclaiming their territory for their offspring? No! Alas, this battle cry for mothers will lead nowhere, and so as I sit here typing, another glorious brown lock falls before me. Goodbye my friend. Thank you for curling up for my wedding, for protecting me from the scorching sun in the summer, and for covering my ears in the midwestern winter.

D.C. or bust!

Whit left the great state of Minnesota for the first time last week. Our family travelled to D.C. to attend the retirement ceremony and party for the General for whom Andy was an aide de camp for two years. We had a fabulous time catching up with lots of old friends and showing Whit many historic sites. He undoubtedly remembers every detail we taught him.

Whit climbed up in Licoln's lap, expecting him to read him a story like mommy does. Unfortunately, Abe was stiff-lipped. (Badum-cha! Thank you ladies and gentleman, I'm here all week. Please be sure to tip your waiters and waitresses.)

"I'm just gonna sit on this pedestal and plan how I will puddle jump the Mall and conquer the Washington Monument." (And no, those are not Andy's hands blurred out in these photos. What do you think I am, an amateur?)

Me gazing lovingly at Georgey. As you can see, Martha was keeping a close eye on us, and I can't blame her. George may appear as though he is ignoring the passion between us, but I know that deep down inside, his bronze heart was yearning for me.

Andy and General Rogers at his retirement ceremony. No jokes here. Thirty years of defending our country - nothing more to say. We wish him the very best in his new endeavors.

My, what big ears you have!

So my tradition of bizarre holiday headbands has now been passed to Whit, which many of you are likely thankful for because they are far cuter on him than they are on me. He humored me in allowing me to take this photo, but really it is the least he can do after 9 wild months of incubation.