Hand made cradle

This is the cradle that my Mommy's dad made for me (Papa). It is made out of Cherry and he designed and made all the pieces to it himself. He turned the spindles and posts on a lathe and used dowels and glue and his huge assortment of tools to put it all together. I was, to say the least, very impressed with his work. It's kinda nice to have a keepsake to pass on to my kids one day. Daddy says that day will be far into the future because I can't date until I'm 30. I think that may change though. I've pretty much got him wrapped around my little finger and when I can talk it will only be worse.

Glow worm

Remember that "alien abduction" thing. . . .I told you so and here's proof!!!!! Not really. I was little bitty when I was born and had a wee touch of the Jaundice. (sounds like old yeller and the hydra-phobie) I had to sleep on this special bed (torture frame) for about a week. But now that I am bigger (I have increased my mass by 17.5 %, my Daddy is an Engineer so there will be some geekisms occasionally. . . sorry) I don't have to sleep on the "bili-bed" anymore. I sleep in an ultra cool cradle that I will tell you about later.

A moment with Mommy

Mommy and I are having a "moment". I love my Mommy. She is the coolest. She takes good care of me. She loves me, feeds me, comforts me, bathes me, changes my diapers (which I soooo love to mess up) etc, etc. I think parents are a good thing. Kudos to Mommy (not the cereal bar but the atta-girl)

Namesake

This is me and my great grandmother (Nanny). I am her namesake. . . . that means she is named Lola too. Don't feel bad, my daddy had to explain it to me. My other great grandmother is in Heaven now and I am also her namesake. No she was not named Lola, her maiden name was Collette. I kinda like having the "family" connection. I have a grandmother who is also Nanny. . . . I'm not sure how that will work out, maybe Nanny and Great Nanny or Nanny G or something. It is a little while before I can talk so I'll worry about it then.

ROLL TIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just wanted you all to know where my loyalties lie. I am an Alabama fan. The Crimson Tide is undefeated in my life time. I know that isn't saying a whole lot, but I still love em. This is me after the Prothro catch. Ramma Jamma give em !%#&@! Bama. (I did not say a bad word, that would make Mommy and Daddy mad, I just implied one. . . . not good, but not bad either)

This is my first time meeting Mommy and Daddy close up (about 9:30) and hands on. I don't know why they are crying, I'm the one who was just "abducted" from my home. It was kind of emotional for me too. I finally got to see what I might look like one day. . . . Mommy, God. . . . I want to look more like Mommy.

This is my Mommy and Daddy at about 8:30 pm on 8/30/05. About 20 minutes before the aforementioned hand snatched me out of the womb. I think I look like my Daddy (mostly) but I'm hoping I grow up to look like Mommy. . . . . please God let me look like Mommy!

Where am I?

Uh. . . . where am I? I was in a nice warm cosy place, even if it was a little cramped lately, and all of a sudden there is a bright light and the biggest hand I ever saw (having only seen my own) reaches in from the light and yanks me out into a bright cold sterile room full of HUGE people with paper masks and hats in weird blue suits. Maybe I'm crazy, but doesn't this sound like alien abductions to you? Anyway, I can't go back to where I was (some blue suited dude sewed the hole closed) so I think I'll stick around and see what I can learn about this place. I'll let you know what I find out.