February 7, 2005
I've moved the Michael and The Enzo web site to it's brand new location! Just click the link below, and you'll be whisked away to a greater Michael and The Enzo experience. I'll leave this site up for....well, as long as Angelfire is willing to leave it up, for those of you who wish to continue to enjoy the below photos.
The Michael and The Enzo New and Improved Web Site!
February 4, 2005
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February 3, 2005
Two days ago, we celebrated Michael’s fifth birthday. We had partied the Saturday prior at the YMCA (do you think we’re dumb enough to have 8 screaming four and five year olds in our house?!?), and it went swimmingly, aside from a small bloody skirmish at the very beginning. Hey, the kid tried to take my ball, I had to teach him a lesson. By the end of the party, the kids’ blood composition was somewhere between 40 and 50% sugar, so it was time to send them home. Michael had a blast, and made off with some good loot from the grandparents to boot.
I took Tuesday off so we could spend some time together as a family for his birthday, and I made a point to drive by the office several times so I could laugh at the suckers working inside. We started our day (once Sally dragged her lovely self out of bed at the crack of 9 am) by going to Hosmer Pond, the site of the 2005 National Toboggan Championships (more on that later). Maggie joined us, for the main reason of getting some much-needed exercise, and for the secondary reasons of providing entertainment as we laughed at her for wearing her ridiculous-looking orange coat, as well as chuckling at watching her try to run on the ice. We were ushered off the ice early by the mom, who mistook the sounds of the ice shifting in the sunlight for signs that the entire frozen surface of lake was going to violently break apart and suck us down to the center if the earth.
The rest of the day was a blur of chicken fingers, ice cream, car games, movies and intense games of Go Fish. We knew the day was a success when Michael fell asleep on the couch at 5:30 that evening. Happy Birthday, big guy.
As many of you may or may not know, it was today 14 years ago that Sally decided that her social life couldn’t get any worse, so she’d figure she’d take a chance on that guy from down the hall in her dorm. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?!? And now, three states, two kids, a dog and two cats later, she still hasn’t left me for Pierce Brosnan. She must be in it for the money. Happy Anniversary, sweetie.
This weekend marks the 15th Annual National Toboggan Championships. In only our second year residing in the state of Maine, both Sally and I have qualified to participate. Just like the Olympics, it’s extremely difficult to qualify for this national event. It takes dedication, perseverance, and much skill. My neighbor, who captains a team, shouted to me the other day from across the street as I was getting out of the car, ‘Hey, one of the guys on the team dropped out. You wanna do it?’. And like that, history was made. I know I’ll work hard to be the best tobogganer I can be. As Sal knows first hand, I am an expert at lying on my back and doing nothing. I was born to do this.
A quick note from the web master; now that I’m going to attempt to update the site more often (including, perhaps, a new installment called ‘Enzo Friday’, where a new Enzo photo is posted every week-Lord knows we have enough of them), I’m leaving some text and photos from previous installments. So you might notice an increase in the amount of time it takes to load the page, especially all of you 20th century folks with dial-up.
The calm before the storm.
The ol' three-donut birthday cake.
Enzo catches some z's after a trip down the hill.
Michael and Papa on a tubing run.
On Hosmer Pond.
Maggie, in her orange leisure suit, rolling in something foul.
January 21, 2005
Well, the holidays have come and gone, but you’ll see very few photos of the whole mess in this installment. I mean, the holidays are over, and it’s time to forget about them and start thinking about the long, cold, bleak winter ahead. *sigh*
Michael recently put his feet into ice skates for the first time at a friend’s birthday party. He was reluctant at first, but eventually got the hang of it. EVERYONE up here skates, so we figured we’d better get him started as soon as possible. Plus, it’s another possible avenue for Sal and I to retire early (if the NHL has settled their issues before then). Michael’s grammatical abilities improve dramatically every week. Thanks to me, he now responds to every questions with, “Are you kidding me?!?” Actually, the Redskins can take most of the blame for that. If they didn’t play so horribly, I wouldn’t have to shout that phrase (among others) at the television. His computer skills are improving as well, and I think it’s safe to say that he now knows more about computers than his grandparents. Last weekend he did a PowerPoint presentation on the economic advantages of adding more Matchbox cars to his current collection.
Michael’s fifth birthday is approaching rapidly. I’m still amazed that we’ve managed to keep him alive that long. He’s promised us that he’ll start trying new foods when he turns five, but knowing his penchant for negotiating (he starts many a sentence with 'I've got a deal for you...'), he’ll soon be pushing for a new contract that stipulates no new food trying until he is 7.8 years of age.
Enzo is 5 months old today. At his last visit to the doctor (which included four shots) we were informed that he is in the 97th percentile for height (I guess it’s described as ‘length’ until they can stand upright) and the 75th percentile for weight. From his second month to his fourth, he grew 2 3/4 inches in length and gained 5 pounds. If my calculation are correct, if he continues this pace, on his 18th birthday he’ll be 26'-5" tall and weight 1,070 pounds.
Enzo is now rolling over – from front to back, and back to front – at will. He’s been doing it for a couple of weeks now, and yet he still has that ‘what the heck just happened?!?’ look on his face immediately afterwards each time. He’s also really into arm flapping. He started with one, and now he flaps them both vigorously whenever he’s excited. This would include instances when the cat has ventured close (too close) and gets rewarded with repeated whaps to the head. The cats seem to tolerate it, which indicates to me their desperation for attention, given their location on the household food chain.
The bottles just weren’t doing it for Enzo anymore, so he’s started to move on to ‘solid’ foods. They call them ‘solid’ foods, but they’re really just bananas or sweet potatoes or green beans mashed into oblivion. Coincidental to his starting on solid foods is his fascination with making raspberries. The result of the two is speckles of food on his chair, the table, Sally, and Enzo himself. If you’re free of the blast radius, it’s rather amusing. I can often tell what he had for breakfast by simply looking at Sally’s face.
When she’s not feeding a midget, doing laundry, vacuuming, dropping a midget off somewhere, or watching ‘Clean Sweep’, Sal is enjoying her brand-spanking-new Sony DSC-V1 digital camera, and HP PhotoSmart printer. With her averaging about 150 photos a day, there should be no short supply for this site. I’ll try to do better about posting more often. As always, enjoy the new photos.
Naked baby feet.
This is my personal favorite 'Enzo shot' so far.