Henry's Favorite Commercial

Hot Mama, Cold Lake

A few weeks ago Dave's company had their annual trip to Whiskeytown Lake. They usually get off early and spend an afternoon hanging out. It happened to be a day that I worked, so I figured that Dave and Henry could just go and enjoy themselves. Unexpectedly, I got off at noon due to a light day and showed up in my maternity work clothes. With nothing else to change into, I just sat in a chair in the shade and didn't do my usual running around with my camera to catch some blackmail shots of the staff (Dave is great with photoshop). Someone got these shots of Henry enjoying himself and I thought I'd share. He looks like a big boy now...huh?

Your Song

Do you know the #1 song the day you were born?
Go here:
http://www.joshhosler.biz/NumberOneInHistory/SelectMonth.htm

Num, Num Good!

New Family Phrase

A couple of months ago Dave and Henry were standing by the microwave and Dave began the countdown to the completion of warming "precious", Henry's bottle.
I heard Dave, "10, 9, 8, 7..." and I heard Henry counting with his Daddy, "blah, jabber, OAT!, jabber..."
Dave looks up and says, "I didn't realize "OAT" was a number but he said it with such oomph I have to give him credit for that one."
Since this time "OAT!" has become part of our family lingo. We have adjusted the meaning and use it sort of like Homer Simpson uses the word, "D'OH" or when I am trying to roll my pregnant belly over in bed to get comfortable "OAT!" often rolls off my tongue.

OAT!, got to go...the phone is ringing. :)