Wednesday, December 06, 2006

He's My Harry Pie. To Be Sung to the Tune of Warrant's "Cherry Pie." Duh.


Obviously, Harry's the best gift of all. Although, the red box shakes like jewelry...

Here's harry modeling his Hanukkah PJs from Wrybaby.com
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Here he is rolling,

and here he is absolutely not crawling.


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Harry the voracious reader.


Sleeping so soundly after a walk.

We continue to be amazed at how far he can stick his fat legs out of his crib

Max's Christening. There's Max with his parents and his Goodfather.


Harry with his Grandpa Dennis and his Great Grandma


Harry at lunch, where he enjoyed his cousin, looking at the lights, hanging with his Grandma, and even snoozing on his Grandpa.









Harry playing with Max's toys while Max slept like a little angel. Baptisms must be hard work!


As you can see, harry does not enjoy being bundled up for a walk.

Nursing on Dad's side while waiting for me to get home from school and provide dinner. There's lots of milk in the freezer, but he prefers it fresh from the tap.

What's up, Birght Eyes?

Harry with Santa. He seemed to enjoy Santa. but I was creeped out. Maybe it was Santa's yellow beard with lunch in it. Maybe it was the fact that Santa had his gloves off when we approached so he could better scratch the inside of his boot. Maybe it's because Bad Santa is my favorite holiday movie. Maybe it's because I was a Jewish kid and never sat on Mall Santa and think the whole idea of someone sneaking in your house late at night when you're alseep is weird-- I even think letting Elijah slip in the front door during seder is unsettling, let alone welcoming a fatty who leaves his livestock to poop on your roof and eats your cookies. Clealry these are my issues, and I'll try not to pass them along to Harry, who is even holding Santa's hand. Oh good. Maybe those bumps we can't diagnose are athlete's foot.

A few more pictures of our precious treasure and some equally valuable holiday advice: Just becuase it looks like shoes, sounds like shoes, and feels like shoes doesn't mean it's shoes. Happy Chrismukkah.


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

what a wonderful adition to the blog, and the Holiday card is wonderful too....omma

Anonymous said...

I literally just wet myself a little giggling at the I Ate My Dreidel Onesie - so cute

Cathleen said...

oh, that is a creepy santa!

Anonymous said...

Too funny! Do Harry's legs sticking out of the crib remind you of the Wizard of Oz? They're even striped! Boo