A visit to Truvy's place

New coifs abound these days. Here are Emma and Mollie sporting their new looks for the dead of winter (too early for spring yet . . .)
Emma had wanted to wear her Tennessee hoodie for the picture, but I made her take it off. I'm an ogre that way. Honestly, tho - I hate the SEC, so why would I allow any of their evil on Colin's place? chuh.

C is for Cookie

Saturday palate cleanser.

Don't know about where y'all are, but here, this time of year means crummy weather (right Dad?), more crummy weather, and Girl Scout Cookies.

SO, being indoors constantly, Mommy came up with the bright idea of giving Jr. a Thin Mint. (BEFORE CALLING OR E-MAILING TO REGISTER INDIGNATION WITH GIVING A BABY A COOKIE, READ THAT AGAIN. MARY GAVE THE BOY THE COOKIE, NOT JOHN!!!!!!!)

So here 's the result:
He's got his two front bottom teeth, so he chewed the crap out of the bottom of the cookie.
"Hey, what's with all the camera flashes? Cantcha see I'm tryin' to enjoy a cookie?!?!?!"
THIS might be my favorite picture of the boy EVAR:
Simply put, "C is for Cookie". If that doesn't capture the essence and joy that is eating a cookie, I don't know what does.

More later . . .

Oy, it's been a while

Apologies, sports fans. We've been away too long, I know. Life's thrown a few challenges our way recently, and I've just not had time to get to the blog.

Colin's first two teeth bust through this week, and he's been cantankerous as all hell. He also has started crawling a little lately. Mobile and pissy. Oy.

BUT - what's lacking in quantity is made up for in quality. Got some great shots, and some funny video. So here we go . . .
Colin gets that from his mother - she can't keep her eyes open for a picture either.
Smilin'.

That picture was captured in full rapture and joy.
Don't know where the flash went on these.
There it is.
He's eating bisque there. Bisque.

These shots with Olive are some of my favorite ever.
A proud moment for Daddy, as Jr. sports his first Slayer t-shirt.

He fell asleep in the Jumperoo the other day. That's about as rare as hen's teeth.

He loves his toys.
He just wouldn't cooperate for these shots - wanted to get a big beaming smile while he sported his Canes gear, but he'd have none of it. &%*$* teething!

Just chillin' with his homey.
Rockin' da Elmo threads.
On to the video. First up, Colin clams up in his high chair.

Part one of "playing with toys".


Part two of "playing with toys".


Colin smacks this ball around like he'll do to Michigan quarterbacks some day.


Finally, Colin tunes Buttercup up pretty good. Olive looks on in the background, thankful it's not her turn in the barrel.



So there we go - sorry again. Will try to post more frequently . . . . thank you for your patience, and for stopping by. You stay classy.

Nawlins Highlights (AND, OUR 100th POST!!!)

Wow, so THIS is our 100th post here at colinferrigan.blogspot.com. Would never have imagined that the pix would be of THIS. Well, roll with it, as they say.

I've got 130 pix from New Orleans, so I'm going to put the balance of them up on Flickr later. For now, here are some of the highlights.

First up, Mary after enough cocktails to justify the purchase of that silly hat (as in, "OOOOHHHH!!! I've just GOT to have THAT hat!!!!". She didn't think it was nearly as keen the next morning.), along with a guy that I think was painting himself up to be some facsimilie of the Heisman. He was hammered, and getting money and free drinks. We saw him everywhere.

Me and Rob at one of Emeril's joints. We had to go there by cab, and it was quite far from the Quarter.
Jen, Rob, me and Mary Ann at Emeril's. That sweatervest I'm wearing is a t-shirt. HAD to have it. Mary with hat AND boa, Rich Wicker, and me the next morning. This picture is for Emma. Me and her uncle Rich "stone kold representin' and kickin' it old skool." Or something like that. Emma, we love you. Clearly, two old guys can't pull this move off quite as street as you can.

Rob, holding what I think is an appropriately sized beer, Rich and Me on Bourbon Street before the game. Rob sent me off to get a round of drinks, it being my turn and all. Jen had been bringing back these small beers in plastic cups. I returned with this:
After hanging out on Bourbon all day long, we moseyed over to the Superdome. Here we are on the ramp up.

This t-shirt says it all.

You can see that this is before the end of the first quarter. We're smiling. These are from our seats.

I love that these kids in TBDBITL were kind enough to take a picture with us. I hate that I have that stupid look on my face.
Here we are with Nick Mangold, former Buckeye center. He now plays for the Jets. He DID NOT want to take this picture with us - the tide had turned in the game, and the mood was a bit tense. BUT - he was cool enough to do it, so kudos and thanks. Nice guy. Can't say the same about Cris Carter. He would NOT take a picture with us. Wanker.
BTW, Mary Ann is on the same step as him, and I'm standing one step below. He's a Hulk of a man.

So those are some of the highlights - more to come on Flikr later. Wonderful time had by all, except for, you know, that whole losing thing. The sweatervest will come back, and they'll win a title again one of these years.

Overdue for another post blogging (pt 2)

Man, seems we're ALWAYS overdue for a post these days, no?

Here's a few shots of Colin @ 7 months (+1 day, so sue me).

LOVE THIS PICTURE.
And here's a bonus recent video. Not the best quality, and you can hear the Hurricanes falling to defeat blaring from the teevee in the background. I manage to coax a smile or two out of him.

I've finally gotten the New Orleans trip pix off of the camera - now to edit and post . . . later today. I also have a surprise for Stacey and Eric - later today as well, promise!