Andrea was here this weekend and reminded me that having a child and NOT having a blog was something akin to keeping them in a box under the bed. (Well, she did bring delicious cake from Simply Desserts so maybe I was experiencing a choclately hallucination) Anyhow, if this makes disseminating information and photographs easier, I'm all for it. It does smack of group Christmas letters, but oh well. I figure this way you are all responsible for your own amusement.
Sam has been awake today. Just wants to sit and watch everything. Preferably on my lap, but he's a baby so what do you expect. He's been sporting the striped orange sleeper that Nana K. sent, with the fabulous sweater from Nana M.
Yesterday we had the mandatory middle class family experience of going to a pick-your-own pumpkin patch with the Seattle Krauters & Friends. Charlie and I climbed in the Jetta, wearing polar fleece and assorted Eddie Bauer gear and had the shocking revelation that we were Typical Seattle People. We've fought it for so long but it seems that with the arrival of Sam, we are helpless to resist. We may start driving like Seattlites-- gah.
The last visitors were Anne & Joanne. Here to have a grownup vacation and to squeeze Sam. Looks like the next visitor is Grandad. Anyone is welcome, as long as they don't expect a clean house or much amusement beyond, "Hey! Look! We have a baby!" We also have a Roku (the netflix gadget to use the play instantly feature on your tv) but somehow I don't see people shelling out money for a plane ticket just for that.
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