2008 End-of-Year GIANT Video Post
It's hard to believe Max's first year has come and gone. Here's just a few of the many vid clips taking up most of the hard-drive memory we currently own. Getting time for an upgrade...
Happy New Year!!!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Small Screen Debut
This past summer Annie's brother Rich, who is a funeral director, asked if she and Max would like to be in a commercial for his company.
The scene is quick, with the two of them sadly sitting on a couch with the rest of "their family," as they remember the relative who has passed away (appropriately a photo of the deceased rests in the lap of "grandma" and in a few other shots throughout the commercial.)
As I have seen, met with, and communicated with Rich a few times since the filming of this commercial, I can therefore bear witness to the fact he is well, good, and alive despite his "senior" picture's role in the following hijinks.
Without further ado...
The scene is quick, with the two of them sadly sitting on a couch with the rest of "their family," as they remember the relative who has passed away (appropriately a photo of the deceased rests in the lap of "grandma" and in a few other shots throughout the commercial.)
As I have seen, met with, and communicated with Rich a few times since the filming of this commercial, I can therefore bear witness to the fact he is well, good, and alive despite his "senior" picture's role in the following hijinks.
Without further ado...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Picture this...
Two or more jars of baby food on the table next to Max's high chair as we feed him.
Max casually points to the "next" jar when he's ready for a change back and forth as the meal progresses.
He'll then throw his hands up, shrug, and grunt to say "all done."
If you try to squeeze one more spoon full in him, you can pretty much bet on the spoon full of "Turkey Dinner with Garden Vegetables" batted out of your hand to stick to, and then slowly slide down, the nearest wall.
Little pieces of "self serve" food are a whole different story...
Max casually points to the "next" jar when he's ready for a change back and forth as the meal progresses.
He'll then throw his hands up, shrug, and grunt to say "all done."
If you try to squeeze one more spoon full in him, you can pretty much bet on the spoon full of "Turkey Dinner with Garden Vegetables" batted out of your hand to stick to, and then slowly slide down, the nearest wall.
Little pieces of "self serve" food are a whole different story...
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