May 11, 2009
The Monthly Max
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We made out pretty good, considering it was over
in about 30 seconds and many kids didn't get squat.
Yeah, yeah, go Cubs. Where's my hot dog?
Nothing like a little diaper strollin' in a public parking lot !
Before you get to eat you gotta dance like Fred Astaire, right, Ginger?
(Photo courtesy of Fuller Image)
Ride little horsie, ride to town...
Aunt Julie & Uncle Brad (aka Joojie-Bad) have the coolest tree swing.
Hold on tight (to Max please, Julie) !
Always ready for a close-up
Somebody needs to invent all-terrain luggage
Our April adventures included a pandemonium-infused Easter egg scramble
and parental sanity-testing plane rides to and from Chicago.
Waiting for the helicopter to come drop more eggs (look closely and see that
there are already thousands on the field).
and parental sanity-testing plane rides to and from Chicago.
Waiting for the helicopter to come drop more eggs (look closely and see thatthere are already thousands on the field).
We made out pretty good, considering it was overin about 30 seconds and many kids didn't get squat.
Yeah, yeah, go Cubs. Where's my hot dog?
Nothing like a little diaper strollin' in a public parking lot !
Before you get to eat you gotta dance like Fred Astaire, right, Ginger?(Photo courtesy of Fuller Image)
Ride little horsie, ride to town...
Aunt Julie & Uncle Brad (aka Joojie-Bad) have the coolest tree swing.
Hold on tight (to Max please, Julie) !
Always ready for a close-up
Somebody needs to invent all-terrain luggageLabels: Chicago, Cubs, family, Max, photography
February 25, 2009
The Monthly Max - Second Anniversary edition
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Any parent knows that you truly don't realize the full impact of the idiomatic phrase "time flies" until you have your kid(s). But alongside the exasperation that accompanies the flying calendar sheets comes the sheer joy, wonder and humor of taking this new journey with your little being.
Simply stated - I love being your dad, Max.
Any parent knows that you truly don't realize the full impact of the idiomatic phrase "time flies" until you have your kid(s). But alongside the exasperation that accompanies the flying calendar sheets comes the sheer joy, wonder and humor of taking this new journey with your little being.
Simply stated - I love being your dad, Max.
Labels: Cubs, Max, me, photography, video
September 29, 2008
I’ve got mine!
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Hey Cubs fans! To ensure a stress-free post season, why not do like me and get your unofficial Chicago National League Ball Club pacifier? You won’t regret having the amazing soothing power of a custom-color pacie to get you through those late innings of potential opponent come-from-behind victories. And if the Cubbies do get picked off, you’re right there sucking with them! Order now and get the bonus three-pack in home, away and neutral “O’Hare incognito” colors.
Also available from MLBabies: Dodgers Diapers, Phillies Tippy Sipper and Brewers Blankies.
This bit of satire brought to you by a true blue, born on da nort side, foul-weather Cubs fan, who firmly believes that after 100 years,
IT’S GONNA HAPPEN ! ! please?
Hey Cubs fans! To ensure a stress-free post season, why not do like me and get your unofficial Chicago National League Ball Club pacifier? You won’t regret having the amazing soothing power of a custom-color pacie to get you through those late innings of potential opponent come-from-behind victories. And if the Cubbies do get picked off, you’re right there sucking with them! Order now and get the bonus three-pack in home, away and neutral “O’Hare incognito” colors.
Also available from MLBabies: Dodgers Diapers, Phillies Tippy Sipper and Brewers Blankies.
One hundred years from this day will the people still feel this way?
Still say the things that they're saying right now?
Everyone said I'd hurt you, they said that I'd desert you
If I go away, you know I'm gonna get back some how
Nobody knows what kind of trouble were in
Nobody seems to think it all might happen again
One hundred years from this time would anybody change their minds
And find out one thing or two about life?
But people are always talking
You know they're always talking
Everybody's so wrong that I know it's gonna work out right
Nobody knows what kind of trouble were in
Nobody seems to think it all might happen again
(Lyrics by Gram Parsons)
Still say the things that they're saying right now?
Everyone said I'd hurt you, they said that I'd desert you
If I go away, you know I'm gonna get back some how
Nobody knows what kind of trouble were in
Nobody seems to think it all might happen again
One hundred years from this time would anybody change their minds
And find out one thing or two about life?
But people are always talking
You know they're always talking
Everybody's so wrong that I know it's gonna work out right
Nobody knows what kind of trouble were in
Nobody seems to think it all might happen again
(Lyrics by Gram Parsons)
This bit of satire brought to you by a true blue, born on da nort side, foul-weather Cubs fan, who firmly believes that after 100 years,
IT’S GONNA HAPPEN ! ! please?
Labels: Cubs, fun, humour, martyrdom
