Baby-No-Name

He has arrived! 

At 2:26 pm, 5 January 2010, weighing 7 pounds 6 ounces, and 19 inches long.

He looks much like his brother Seth.

I wish I had taken a picture of him wearing his hat... so that these pictures could have been a true comparison... :o) Please note that although Asa abd Seth look mighty alike (and do often pass for brothers) Seth and his bambino brother have the same nose, the same chin, and I even managed to capture a shot where they had a similar squint, but of course that was completely accidental.

No name has been chosen for this newest Johnson, so stay tuned. Much debate is going on about what his name SHOULD or should NOT be. Blah, blah. :o) Glad I don't have to do that anymore. Having named my children unpopular names with even more unpopular spellings, I am glad to be out of that business altogether.

As for the rest, here's a couple more pictures from my late night photoshoot. Sorry you missed the new-baby smell. As you are well aware, it's fleeting.

In the final musings of crazy women, we voted that "he" (in the interest of calling him something, we shall call him "buddy" here on out, shall have blue eyes today, looks *exactly* like Seth (whom Seth calls Junior Alan Johnson,) and is the quietest baby ever and is the most perfect baby on the planet. Thanks for listening. We appreciate your cooperation in our madness. 

Buddy will be available for viewing in his own home sometime after noon  on Thursday if you arrive with a  re-heatable meal, fully prepared to do a load of laundry, and some light cleaning.

New Year... Old Year... DANCE BREAK!

With the new year, I have found that people start to focus on dichotomies: new/old, black/whites, studying the contrasts in the darks and lights in the chiaroschiros of our lives happening most often between the highs of the Decembers of our Christmases and the lows of the take-the-trees-down-days of the January doldrums. These in-between days often feel sluggish; they have days of nothing-much-to celebrate; no where to rush. No planned parties. No rules for taking down the decorations. There's no green, red, and white decorating rule. No one to complain if you say "Season's Greetings" and "Happy Holidays" versus "Merry Christmas" because... It's January, instead of December.

On TV, they're hawking StairMasters, Nutri-System promises their food tastes great, and Alton Brown has a special about how he got looking gaunt (seriously, I thought he was hiding cancer. I honestly thought he was ill instead of fit!) Every prime time show is in re-run; no more Christmas specials... And honestly, January is downright dull. There's a sea of fog, smog, and chill in the valley, and clearance in the stores. They haven't quite cleared out the Christmas stuff, and the Valentine's red-white-and-pink hasn't fluffed up the aisle quite yet. Resolution time.

My friend Mae says it's time for a dance break. I quite agree. Marky-Mark and his funky bunch came sledding on New Year's Day. They took a break, slid down my hill, just took the time to kick it a bit. Jen and Joe took a minute to enjoy the slopes a bit, too. Just a break. Aunt Anna Widerberg and her kids came too, but I didn't get a shot of them. I'd gone home and got a picture of Max, hanging at home with his dad...

Maybe that's all anyone needs: a chance to take a header down a lovely slope on a nice winter day: it was 45 degrees outside (we didn't even NEED coats!)

They say it might rain today... get rid of some of this valley smog, fog, etc. Won't that be lovely?