Noah begins to meet the world

I think there is a difference between men and women when it comes to babies.  Women seem to fall in love with them immediately...still gooey.  And I cabn't talk for all men, but I start falling in love with them when they start getting personalities.  Noah, grandson #2, started getting my heart with the following interchange.

Hmmm...I think I'll wake up for a minute or so...

Hey!  There's music coming from over there!

It needs a good conductor!  A one and a two and a three...

I did so good he's going to take my picture again!

Oh, the flash is so bright, I think I'm going to cry!

Nope!  I was wrong.  It's a sneeze!

What?!  Did my sneeze startle you?

Well, I guess I'm done for now...

In the words of Humphrey Bogart,

"Here's looking at you, kid."

Home from the hospital, exploring the new world

Noah came for his first visit to Nana and Diggy's house.

Wow! Another huge face looms above me.

Oh, good.  Food.  She must be okay.

This one has a smaller face.  And needs a shave.

My brother is still trying to figure me out.

My brother is this big!

And Daddy teaches him how to fly! 

So much to figure out!

And who is that man with the box that keeps flashing?

Noah upstages Bagman and Butler

I haven't posted for so long, I wasn't sure my key still fit in the lock of the workroom I share with Bagman and Butler.  But since Noah (Conner's brother and Grandson #2) was born yesterday, I thought I really needed to document it even if nobody was reading my blog any more. 

Oh yes.  I'm not sure why this seems to be the most important fact about babies but he weighed 8 pounds and 6 ounces.  Maybe birthweight is the most important fact about a newborn because unless you went to Medical School there isn't a lot more to say yet.  Blue eyes, male...that's about it.  After all, he hasn't loined a Little League team or chosen a career path yet. 

But I thought I'd post a few pictures, so I quietly unlocked the door and tried to tiptoe into the workroom.

Bagman is working on bumper stickers for the upcoming political elections.  The bumper stickers say: "Don't vote.  It only encourages them."    Butler is working complicated algoriothms for beating the stock market based on taking the square root of the price/earnings ratio, multiplying it by the number of advertisements in the Wall Street Journal and then applying a factor calculated by the number of women over 75 who have lost their life savings to Goldman Sacks.

The both look up at me in absolute shock! 

BAGMAN:  "What in the name of political horsepoop are you doing here?  Go away!  You abandonned us and we don't want you around any more!"

BUTLER:  He's only be gone a couple of weeks.

BAGMAN:  "But he stopped blogging!!!  I can't forgive him for that!  Without blogging, I no longer exist!"

BUTLER:  "Just because he stopped blogging doesn't mean he can't blog!"

Bagman and I just stare at Butler.  It isn't logical, but it doesn make a kind of sense.  We all shrug it off and I sit down, blow the dust of the computer and post some pictures since this isn't about us -- it's about Noah.

Happy Expectant Parents - BEFORE

Somewhat unfocused, the nervous father

goes to suit up.

Where am I?  Who turned on the lights?

Checking to see if he is ticklish.

Adding some air to make sure he is properly inflated.

Noah's first few of the world beyond the nursery

Okay!  I've had enough for one day! 

 

Happy parents - AFTER

(Brian appears sleep-deprived already)

Time to call it a day.

Okay - Now I need to get back to work.  But first I'll check in on a few of my favorite bloggers.

BAGMAN:  "Why bother, you twit!  You've already missed 6,785 wonderful creative blogs over the last few weeks!

BUTLER:  "6,785!  Great!  I was looking for the final factor for figuring out good investment possibilities." (He furiously crunches numbers).  "Aha!  BP!  That's the stock to invest in!"