Grandparent visit

It's been quite some time since the last post. There are a number of reasons for this pause in service. One, lack of sleep and reality of work has caught up with me, and two, my desire to take pictures of our little boy was reduced by his unfortunate skin condition. And to be honest, I also lost the AC adaptor to my camera, so the thing ran out of batteries. All those things combined produced the perfect storm of photographic inactivity. While problem number one is still in full force, you'll be happy to know that problem number two is clearing up, and problem number three was solved yesterday when I looked in the big bag of apparently useless technologies I keep in the closet.

Now on to the topic of the post. My parents, Elliot's grandparents came to town this weekend from Los Angeles. They were thrilled to see the little bean, and dare I say, the little bean was thrilled to see them. He performed all of his important biological functions for them and even added a few more for prosperity's sake. What a good boy.

We were quite active this weekend. We went out to eat three times, and took a trip to the New England Aquarium. Elliot was impressed by the penguins and jellyfish. Everything else bored him to sleep. And to be honest, most of the time in the jellyfish exhibit, he just stared at Justeen's boob. I'm trying to expose the boy to culture, but all he seems to think about are breasts - the original pornography. I wonder how the republicans feel about that.

And now for the pics:

Here's Elliot after he found out he grew three inches since his last doctor's visit.



And here he is hanging with his grandmother. She doesn't like this photo, but because of the problems posted above, it's one of the only shots I have of them together. I don't think it's so bad - so it goes to the blog.


Justeen looks like she's being ordered to smile by rebel soldiers. And Elliot looks like his calling his buddies for help. It's quite a disturbing image - but this blog is about "telling the truth" and that's just what I'm doing.

Speaking of truth, here's the little man in his favorite knit hat made by his great grandmother shirley. He loves this hat. I know that because he hasn't spit up on it yet. I know what you're thinking - it's hard to spit up on a hat, but you don't know the power of my son's power to purge as I do. It's very possible...all too possible.