The Stair Master - to infinity and beyond!

At the end of the day, when you've put in a full day of work for an ungrateful employer, with a constant threat of losing your job in the current economy, just remember... you can walk up stairs. Virg is just now experiencing this wondrous adventure. Much like Neil Armstrong, Virg is looking to the heavens and going to a place that was once completely inaccessible. And while it was one small step for Neil, Virg has 11 stairs. Each stair is almost half his size. Daddy would need at least a full case of Pabst waiting at the top to venture on a trek like that. As you can see, I gave up a little less than halfway up the stairs. Virg came back to report there was not even a single can of Pabst.

I hope we don't have a run in with hostel alien life forms.

Happy Birthday Virg!

Well, today Virg turned the big '0' '1'. And he was sooooo happy... for the most part. At least he was happy after everyone stopped singing. Next year we'll have to get a professional choir to sing for Virg. We started singing, and Virg had BIG smile on his face. He was thinking: "this is so nice, and they are probably just warming up and getting into the correct pitch." But then he realized we were not warming up, we were actually going to continue singing our sad and scary attempt at Happy Birthday. That's when Virg turned that smile upside down. So we stopped singing and gave him cake. The sugar rush helped take the edge off.

Please stop trying to sing a happy song to me!

Virg the horse whisperer

Actually, whispering is one of the things Virg is not doing right now. Virg has reached two new milestones. He's standing (woo hoo!), and he's finding his voice. I'm positive he's already found it, but Virg is still searching. Some people may ask "Why is your baby screaming?" I then have to politely correct them and say "Virg does not scream, he screeches. There's a difference." A scream is associated with something that makes Virg upset. A screech is just his way of saying "AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Can you here me now?

Everyone loves a good book

Lately Virg has really been into reading the "Bedtime Peekaboo!" book and "Animals in the Country" book. Daddy tries to read with inflection and feeling, but Virg usually has to give him pointers. "No, no Daddy! Read this line over again, and this time make me believe you are a squirrel with a big fluffy tail!" One of these days Daddy will get it right, but until then Virg is in control of what page we are on and when we can turn the page. "Oh, did you think we were done with that page? I think not! Let's start at the beginning."

When I signal you, then you can say "Peekaboo," but not before.

Happy Daddy Day (or "D"-day)

Mommy has taken over the blog for once to say a few things in recognition of Father's Day. It was hard to get Daddy off the computer long enough to compose this blog entry, but Mommy insisted. So Daddy agreed and is milling about until it's posted.

Time flies when you're the daddy of a newborn. It's hard to believe that Daddy is already pushing the one year mark in his new role. He seems to be hitting his stride at this point, with a lot of help from Coach Virg. Important note, all those books Daddy received at the baby shower about everything a daddy needs to know during the first year, the do's and don'ts of basic baby care, baby boot camp, and how to keep baby alive while mommy is out seem to have paid off is spades. Thanks to all of you who contributed.

As the mommy reflects on the subject, a few telling facts come to mind:

1. "Daddy" was Virg's 2nd word.


2. Virg's 1st word was "hi."


3. Virg's 3rd word was "uh oh!"

What does this tell us? You be the judge.

Day 1 - Hello there, Big Guy. What's going on here and who put you in charge!


Month 2 - You're getting it Daddy, but don't get too cocky! I'm watching you...


Month 10 - Sweet!! This is more like it.

Farmer Virg

President Obama has brought back the 'Victory Garden' to the white house lawn. Grown totally organic with local school children getting an opportunity to help with the gardening. We must follow in our president's footsteps and put our child to work in the garden as well. Virg is growing his family some squash, tomatoes, zucchini, and a bunch of wild flowers. An excellent side benefit is that when society collapses, we'll have food. All we need now is a small cache of weapons and we could be a militia. A family that is paranoid together, stays together.

Vegetables grown with love

(and a hint of societal collapse paranoia)

Sign of the Virg

So, apparently Virg has been learning sign language at day care. He just had a conversation with me at breakfast. First he screamed really really loud. I said to him in a quiet voice, "Virg, it's time to talk softly". To which Virg signed, "No". But what he really meant was. "No Daddy, you are mistaken. This is not the time to talk softly." He can also sign for 'more', 'milk', 'yes', 'up', and 'potty'. Unfortunately, Daddy does not know all of these signs. So now whenever Virg makes any hand movement Daddy turns to Mommy and says - "What does that mean? Is he talking to me?"

Signing at the speed of light.