Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Ho Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum: Merry Christmas From the Partridge in a Pear Tree


Okay-- just kidding. It's not a partridge in a pear tree. Where the heck would I find one of those? VH1, I guess. It's me, Harry. Check out my haul-- and that's only part of it. A closet. My kingdom for a closet. That's what my mom says, anyway. It's been awhile since my last post, but you'll have to forgive my mom. She's really tired because I have decided not to sleep. As you can see, it was tough for me to be away from my sweet crib (I've given you a tour, so you know just how sweet it is).

I'm getting better, but I am still not my champion sleeping self. So, what I am trying to say is Mom's been a bit sleepy, and even though she has about 200 pictures from last weekend, she's not going to post them all. Holidays are stressful, you know? Anywho, here I am enjoying some solids. I like squash. And prunes.



Here I am enjoying a few presents for the first night of Hanukkah. Wrapping paper is delicious.



Have I told you how much fun I have in my exersaucer?


Here I am opening my stocking on the 21st-- for the middle of Hanukkah, I guess. I got some cool toys-- very fun to bash myself in the face with.


Here's me with my Aunt Jen at my cousin Sheryl's wedding. I wish my cuz could have been there, but he was home with an ear infection.

Me and my 'rents and me and Dad.


See a resemblance?

My Great Grandma and my cousin Quinn having fun with the cool confetti on the tables.


Ha! Can't keep shoes on the amazing Shoedini!

Me with my Great Uncle and Aunt, David and Julie, and with Quinn and Allie


Me with the Bride and the Maid of Honor. Lucky me. I love weddings.


Mom and Dad left their camera behind, and they got a little souvenir

Something they don't always telly you about Santa-- he tastes as good as he looks.

Well, not this Santa. This one plays music in the bathroom at my great grandparents' house, and he makes my mom pee her pants a little everytime.

My parents amd me in our dorky Christmas outfits. My Dad's tie is musical. He got it for Hanukkah

My cousins and my great Aunt Jean by the fire at my great grandparents' house, where we all went for Christmas Eve. I got some excellent gifts (Yes, Sheryl, I am a cick magnet,thanks for noticing and my mommy ate all of the cookies Aunt Jean made-- already!), but I got really cranky, and we had to leave early.




Here I am drumming.

Here's some shots of Christine, Sheryl, Bob, Shannon, and Anthony making their Harrytimes debut.






Me eating what my doctor calls "the perfect food." Mom says a fillet wrapped in bacon is the perfect food.

Christmas morning. My mom made everyone wear these jammies. Luckily, they didn't come in my size. I suffer enough indignities.

Like this hat-- what the heck?

And this ribbon. Seriously, people.

Me and Max with his parents.

Max and me with my parents.

An action shot. Uncle Maurice and my dad missed the red shirt memo. Red shirts. Not just for freshman athletes anymore.

Opening gifts at home.




Meeting Elmo. He's a funny fellow.



Riding the tiger and drumming.




You knew it was coming...
Me and Max

Max and Me

Me and Max

Max and Me

Me and Max

Bah Humbug. That's it! See ya next week when I'll have news from the New Year in P-town!