Ready… Aim…
Posted by Cliff on June 27th, 2009 filed in Family, Fun1 Comment »
It's been a little while since we've had time to write much on the blog (though the twitter posts have been pretty consistent these days) but an event happened today that simply can't go untold. After a bit of a fussy afternoon Elijah went to stay with his Grammy and PaPa for a few hours. Apparently (so the tale goes) PaPa was holding him as they were preparing to bring him home. The ever adoring Grammy reached out to take Eli and was, of course, all smiles.
Then, time stopped. Not all of time, mind you, just most of it. The part that didn't stop allowed Eli's belly to rumble and tumble as his last meal quickly traveled up his little throat, out from between his little lips, and across a majestic arc spanning the void between his mouth and Grammy's unprepared (and apparently wide open) smile. Now things might have been okay except that time chose that precise moment to resume making Grammy fully aware of everything that had just transpired and, quite understandably, she was... displeased. PaPa on the other hand was quite amused. Apparently as bad as the stuff smells when it comes back up it tastes even worse. Good thing it was just formula!
The stork came early… And tried to eat me
Posted by Cliff on August 9th, 2008 filed in Preg : Cliff, The Pregnancy2 Comments »
So with all this baby talk going on lately imagine my interest last Friday as a large wood stork came to the front door of my office and proceeded to attack it. I don't mean "walk into it out of confusion". I mean repeatedly try to injure the front glass door by biting and trying to impale. One of my coworkers chased it off, but it came back for round two. Oddly enough, Jonny was able to get rid of it by trying to feed it a fried plaintain from the cuban place down the street. Apparently this bird has a thing against fried fruit.
Given the rather violent nature of these birds I'm wondering how they ever got the reputation for delivering babies? They're mean and ugly and decidedly non-parental in nature. Needless to say I'm glad Danielle is taking this job into her own hands, as I don't trust this beast anywhere near my child. Danielle and I looked it up today and apparently these things are pretty closely related to vultures (which eat the dead). Figures.