Overdueforapostblogging

Well, it's been a while since the last post - apologies - we've been doing a whole lot of nothing notable - beyond getting ready for Jr's 2nd birthday. So not a lot of recent snaps, sadly.

The Canes lost the Eastern Conference Final in four straight, so the playoff beard has been shaved off . . .beyond that - not a lot of excitement. Buckeyes don't kick off for several months, so we're just left with the Reds. Granted, the Redlegs have been doing well as of late - but we've been Redlegs fans long enough to know it won't last .... sadly.

Anyway, on with the latest record of this blog's namesake's historical record of growth. Here are some shots of Jr. enjoying playing in the sink tonight:
I said "peekaboo" before the shot above.

He got so soakin' wet between the shot above and the shot below that the shirt just had to go.

The kid is all about washing his hands - he really enjoys a dish sink full of suds.

Notice above that the shirt is soaked through.

Below, Mary Ann is sporting her favorite Wright State University duds AND telling Kelson to spray the hose into the 'table 'o play'.

Mary trying to reign in the whole hose / sandbox thingy:

Colin and Kelson at the play table / sandbox thingy:

Clearly the kid has kin in WVa - he doesn't like wearing shoes or shirts:

These were shots one evening when I was trying to capture some action shots while the kid was wearing his Slayer kicks:

Below - more hillbilly shirtlessness - whilst showing off his knowledge of the Disney movie, "Cars".

Shirtlessness continued:

Below - reveling in the fact that he has kin in WestbygodVirginia:

More shots sportin' the Slaytanic clothes:

Bothered and AWESOME: Just plain bothered:

Seriously, he's wearing a Slayer T-shirt and acting like it means nothing. Whatakid, no?

OK, so those are the latest. We've honestly been doing a whole lot of nothing beyond trying to get the house ready for next weekend's 2nd birthday confab. It's totally going to be huge.

Think Woodstock but with more dirty hippies.

Like that, but better.

Srsly.

The Canes Bathroom

We finally finished the 'Canes bathroom at the house, after fires, seasons with playoffs missed and even worse. Here's the final product:
Below is the door shut:

A corner, with the door shut:

More behind the door:

The view from the hallway:

A bit of the border:

Again:

And here is the most pathetic playoff beard, EVAR:

That's what she gets for marrying a non-hirsute Irishman.

For shame!!!!!!

One for the Aunties

Christ, it's been a while, no?

Well, we've been preparin' for the boy's 2nd b-day blowout, so massive apologies. Not much to report lately, cept a CANES twice won seven game series. Other than that we've been gettin' the house ready for the onslougt of our families for the boy's second birthday. Below are the pictures I chose from for Mother's Day. The theme was pictures of Colin wearin' Momma's glasses and Momma wearin' Colin's Spiderman sunglasses:
That above was a picture of pure love.

Above was the picture I went with - it's at the top of the steps now.

Needless to say, everyone enjoyed swappin' specs.

Mary, tryin' to look all kewl and whatnot.

And the money shot. Everyone loves DER Colin, right?

JA!!!!!

We understand Der Aunties Love colinferrigan.blogspot.com - well, we here at the management at colinferrigan.blogspot.com love DER AUNTIES - so it's like a mutual love society. Y'all produce superior children - let's hope the proprietors of colinferrigan.blogspot.com can do the same some day.

xoxo

A Cincinnati spring weekend

Last weekend Grandpa Ferrigan came to town and we had a Cincinnati Spring weekend (sans an in-person Reds game . . .). First up, a trip to Krohn Conservatory for Butterflyfest 2009. They had all kinds of Indian (dot, not feather) butterflies. As gay as the whole thing sounds, it was kinda cool.
At the very least, the kid got the shirt right, no?

Grandpa Ferrigan is a total butterfly magnet. They FLOCKED to him. Must be his natural good looks . . .

He trys to show the boy what the magnetism is all about:

This guy hung about for quite a long time.

Another flutterby lands in Grandpa's hair:

Here's one on someone's arm:

Colin, due for a nap:

So that was Saturday. On Sunday, we walked in a 5K for Aunt Mollie's neighborhood, Northside. We walked through one of the largest cemetaries in North America. It was kinda cool. Colin rode in the wagon for most of the trip.

He had a grand time

We had breakfast at Boswell Alley after the fact - and it was WONDERFUL!!!

Colin walked probably 2.5 of the 5K. He's going to be an athelete. Period.

Thanks for stopping by. Stay classy.

Bubblemower, bitchez!!!!!!

Uncle Johnny and Aunt Robin sent a bubble mower from Morgantown for Colin's second Easter. Here's the record of that whole thing:

More video of the kid torturing various Buckeyes with his bubblemower:

Colin, takin' it into a covered position:

The last installment of Colin's first whack at the world with the Bubblemower:

Clearly the kid enjoys cutting grass. Daddy's gonna put him to work tootsweet! Thank you, Johnny, Robin, Adam and Ryan!