She’s got her dad’s innate abilities with electronics.

Hi! Iloveegg!

       

Last week, I shirked my responsibilities and ran off to play Live Action WizWar at the final Fantasm in Atlanta.

Haven’t been here in a while.

I made a mess of sausage the other day. Hot Italian and Andouille.

Yeah… so my whole weblogging software setup fell apart, and I couldn’t get the time to put it all back together. Well, I’m making the time now. It may take several days, but I’m working on it.

I’ve got some major construction going on over here. I figure now’s a good time – it’s not like there are hordes of people swarming the site, now that I’ve gotten out of the habit of updating regularly. I’m moving all of my domains over to a new host and switching publishing systems, so there are bound to be major potholes. Pages probably won’t work, or they’ll look mighty ugly. Email might be spotty for a few days. Who knows how complicated this will be. In the end, though, I’ll have a cheaper, more reliable, and more flexible host. This is a good thing, as I’ve been doing a lot of exciting web projects lately. I’ll have to tell you all about them sometime. In the meantime… watch your step.

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| Dear Vivian,We took you to your first party this month. You’re still not that active, so it’s a simple thing to take you out with us, no matter where we’re going. The diaper bag is about the only thing we have to remember to have. That won’t last long, I’m sure.You’re becoming more and more aware of the world around you, and as you excercise your neck muscles, you’re able to see more of it, too. You’re not so content to just lie down and stare at the walls. Sounds and movements get your attention, and you strain trying to take it all in. You can’t control your hands yet, not even a little bit. But you know how to move your feet exactly where you want them to go. We hung a mirror with little dangly bits and a rolling ball in your daybed, and it took you no time at all to learn how to kick the ball just right so it spins and makes noise.So, after three months, kicks ball with feet. I’d say you’re making plenty of progress. I think it’s going to be hard to stay ahead of you, actually.All my love,
Dad

Dear Vivian,You’ve been with us (on the outside, anyway) two months now, and each day is better than the last. You’ve gotten over the shock of the bright lights, loud noises, and changing temperatures, and you’re beginning to show signs of who you are. Most folks say you can’t really tell much about future personalities from the behaviors of a baby, but I’ve seen enough anecdotal evidence to know otherwise. I really like what you’ve shown us so far.

Now that you’ve got your surroundings figured out (except for those flowers on the bedroom wallpaper that keep you entranced for hours), you have leisure time. And just like your daddy, you like to spend that time playing games. The Avalon Hill games are all put away until you stop eating the counters, but your current favorite game is quite fun – “Show me your tongue!” You never tire of that game. Even if you’re a bit fussy, showing you my tongue elicits giggles. Then, you show me your tongue and it’s my turn to laugh. Fun, huh? Another new father, Matthew Baldwin, of Defective Yeti, has reviewed a whole bunch of baby games, so I’ve got some ideas for what to teach you next. | [

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	I’ve not been able to spend as much time with you this month as I would’ve liked. Besides doing my regular day-time work, I was offered an evening job directing a play. And, with bills to pay, I accepted their offer. So that’s where I’ve been the last few weeks’ worth of evenings, helping a large group of regular folks present a very funny story from eighty years ago. I’m looking forward to your getting old enough to play in the theater. You’re nearly there now – as soon as you start crawling I’ll see if anyone’s doing the stage version of Popeye. You’d make a mighty cute Swee’Pea.

The show’s over now, so I’ll be with you and your mom more. And that’s what I want most of all.

All my love,
Dad