
Colin Ferrigan.
A boy's first Iron Maiden t-shirt
A proud moment for Dad.

Canes are playing the Penguins, and Mary has decided that she'd rather watch that lame-arsed movie version of Starsky and Hutch . . . on commercial television. Um, Hello? SAD. During the commercial brakes, tho it's 1-0 Canes in the first. GO CANES!!!!!Wow, T - you made it in there three times. That's a record.
Bucks / Boilers tomorrow - 8PM, ABC. GO BUCKS!!!!!!


Hangin' with Grandpa.
Paul and Mollie & Sammie and Grandpa came over on Sunday for dinner, and Colin sat in his highchair to be with everyone. Doing well.

He's begun cutting teeth, and he's been quite grumpy (for him) lately, which is completely understandable. Can't imagine how much that must hurt the little guy. Sad thing is, he's not getting much sleep.
More from the Paella party - Hector is serving. The one we chose had ham, sausage and chicken. Was out of this world good.
Donna, Renee, Candi, Tracey.
Mary, Jon, Rob Amos.
Carey and Rob.
Rob and his wife, Jen.
Grumpy and Grumpier.
Someone don't wanna have their pitcher taken.
Make that two someones. Sheesh, what a grumpy couple of old men.
Dad, Rob, Jen, Amy Green and Carey.
So there you go. Thanks to everyone who came - wonderful time had here. And, the Bucks won 30 - 7, so everything just went swimmingly. 
So a couple of Sundays ago, Mary and I were watching TV and a commercial came on for the latest Tickle Me Elmo EXTREME. Colin craned his neck pretty good to hear Elmo cackle, so I ran and got one tootsweet. He LOVES the thing. It is pretty entertaining, what with it being a device of Satan and all.