thanksgiving before after then dylans birthday, the days were packed

Eliot encounters strange face making people

Train Pieta

Baby

One Of The Two Cutest Babies In The World

This little bundle is our friend's baby Simon. He is so Cute as you well may see. I have the urge to pinch his cheeks. This is a picture from the below conjioned twin pictures. Clara and Glen came over to intro the new leaders in town. They seemed completely oblivious about eachother. I think they were just overwelmed by the cuteness that existed in the apartment.

Conjoined twins sighting at the verry-gardella palace

These two remarkable conjoined twins are pictured here looking for their mothers. That is the remarkable part. These two fused favorites of twin cities Portland and Auburn have two different mothers. They became conjoined when they realized their stregth is numbers.

I stil don't know how to title love

This is Eliot and I hangin out and snuggling while my breakfast got cold today. We are the best of friends even though I do not have the essential tools of happiness. Everyday we go out on walks around town. I show him off, he is perfect and it is hard to knwo how I can love someone so much as I love him . This boy, he teaches me everything again. He is what love is.

This Boy I Love

It is so amazing to come home every night and find these two little creatures in my home. It is just fantastic.

Our Two Sons

It is a tired day. Worn to the bones it is and then sucked dry of any marrow of energy it may orignially have had. Baby plus Kevin plus school plus work equals tired. So tired I cannot sleep. This delirious state has got the creative works going and I cannot wait till I have real energy to send all of you faire readers my creations of christmas goodness. I think this years snowflakes will be the best ones yet. What say you tiny tim?

It is finally down to Jess, Eliot, School, Work, Art, and Sleep

As most of you may have gathered I was distracting myself with a troublesome election for the last seven months. It is now over and I am glad. It ends just in time to realize I have been overextending myself. Why this blog has found itself to be under-nutured and I apologize for that sweet blog.
From now on I am going to continue to fight the good fight against sleep.
Seriously though all you friends and family whom may have stumbled upon this here rant, I am trying to be a good correspondant but naturally Eliot and Jess are the focus for me right now. Holy Christmas, that is a whole lot of work right there. Eliot had a "vocal" evening last night and had us up for way to long. Hopefully it is just a bit of restlessness. We try to remember what it is like to be that little. I think it is probably just really confusing. He is probably rather overwelmed by everything. I should ask Cindy if she knows of any research that has been done with kids to try and explain what it is like to be one. After thinking about it for a bit I have come to the conclusion it is most likely similar to being a bit drunk and overtired but with a touch of excitement. What do you think blogging community? I bet that would make a great art assignment, "Make an image or piece that relates what it is like being a child." Been trying to come up with a theme for this Christmas' christmas cards. So far I am thinking snowflake.

Scary Anatomy and Frightening Origins

Hello To All Readers!

Howdy Readers and friends of Eliot. I am just now wearing the little gentleman himself in a little sling. Eliot has come to appreciate the gentle art of baby-wearing lots over the last thirteen days. I am loving the feeling of having him right against my belly as well. Eliot was born on Sunday, October 8th at 5:33 pm. He weighed 7 pounds and 3 ounces. He was 20.5 inches long but now is 21 inches long. Most importantly he is loved. Jess and I have found ourselves well suited to parenthood just by virtue of the fact we adore this little boy so much.
As many of you know we have been keeping to ourselves as of late. Please do not take our refusals to have visitors personally. We just are still adapting and recovering so we are not quite ready to be out and about with our little Eliot yet.
Our days have been changed greatly. We now sleep in 3 hour installments though Jess has allowed me more than my share of six hour installments(thank you dear you will be rewarded at the changing table of life). We have become mildly athletic in the Eliot lift and shift as well as the leg lift of change. It can only be understood by being seen.
My art has been re-inspired by the little guy. I have set up my little shop of horrors on the back of the apartment door so I can paint and walk Eliot at the same time. It is almost time for me to start working on some commissions I got from a classmate for the holidays. I will blog them as they come along. If any of you readers would like paintings done for the holidays drop me a line. I am trying to make this staying at home last as long as possible.

Push Breathe Push Breathe PUSH!