We are officialy NOT cool anymore.

So today being Friday, the day of rest, we went out to lunch and the three of us walked to Starbucks for some "chill time." Well, I guess to say "the three of us walked" would be a lie. Two of us walked and Noah was carried.

*sidenote: Did you ever think how weird it would look to someone not from planet Earth to witness parents and infants. Think about it. I can hear them talking to each other. "It is strange, the small one seems to be their leader. He moans and speaks in a strange language, but the two larger ones tend to him and carry him around. They do all that he bids. The small one doesn't seem that smart either, he drools on himself and can't control his bodily functions, but still the larger ones obey him."

Sorry, back to why we aren't that cool.

So we are in Starbucks. Starbucks is the "trendy, western" place to hang out here. So you will see the 20 something crowds hanging around dressed more in style and western then we do. Its a place for quiet, rest, "in-depth" conversations between singles and business associates.

Well, we order and B and the shorty head upstairs. I grab our coffee and head upstairs and I see B sitting at a table by the window. We've got a small table with two cushy chairs and a poof. Is poof the right word? Its a big round thing that is actually a chair but with no back or armrests. It is a really comfy foot stool or a good chair. Well Noah had claimed the poof. He was asleep wrapped in a blanket taking up the poof. So at a glance you would see a couple hanging out chatting about something "sophisticated." That is, until you see the wee small drooling kid snoozin' on the poof.

It was great. People hanging out talking about "important" things and being all cool and then there is B and I with a kid conked out on the poof. We've officially hit the next stage in life. Which by the "single, 20 something crowd" isn't cool.

So by the official guide to coolness, you don't bring your kid to Starbucks. So....that's it. Aliens think we're strange and we no longer fit into the Starbucks crowd. What a day! :)

Singing Lessons Video

Please please forgive this post. To watch the video is to listen to me sing, which can damage your hearing, but Noah singing is much better, so tune him in and tune me out.

This was on the tail end of a 30 minute jam session we had today.

Singing Lessons Video

how?

i am here with noah on my shoulder pounding out all off this with one hand in the dark. i am trying to convince a wide-awake baby he is, in fact, is actually tired, so i, whom for sure is, in fact, tired can go to sleep.
i know i owe you guys two more chapters from the book. i know i owe you more pics/posts and videos. and i know i probably owe most of you money too. they're coming. well not the money, but the other stuff probably.
how do you get anything done with a baby? i mean i am sure it will get better and less time consuming, it has too right? but ...... i mean, even when there is a hour of free time, all i can do is gu tu sleep.
so....it took me so long to type this with one hand noah feel asleep from boredom.

sooo...
goodnight and good luck.

Signal Team Photo

This is the final post on Signal, the Bad News Bears meet the Sandlot meets Major League. All the photos and trophies came in so we picked them up and will distribute them to the team. I was so relieved when I saw that all the trophies were the same. I had feared that consolation ribbons were in our future, and thank goodness we didn't get a "4th place" trophy. Most of my team didn't know that we lost every game. They didn't know enough of the rules to figure out who won most times, so the trophies will throw them off the trail for a bit longer hopefully.

In reflection though, I would do it again in a heartbeat. Coaching non-competive, clueless munchkins is far better than playing and I enjoyed doing it. So, stayed tune next spring for season 2.