Hello everybody. The link at the bottom of this post concerns some new pictures of the kids and G. I don't have time to do an html page (got some rush-job freelance work in the audio editing realm...nothing fancy, but it's a very good thing to finally happen.) so it's just an index for now. As a matter of fact, I don't think I'd really publish these for permanent entry into the museum, but they're fun and oh what the heck.
DISCLAIMER: The first 5 or so pictures are of a bloody-nosed Virgil. He got it last week. They show NO PAIN but I like to document everything. You people know this. My aunt Pat, who is the main recipient of this link should NOT WORRY about the Little Monster. He didn't even know what was going on until we tried to wipe it...THEN, hooo boy, yes, the tears flowed readily.
Then, some pics from a playground date with the kids grandmother, Mimi, some bath pics, and then a couple of reeely kinda bad (but it's only temporary) but semi-useful pictures of the carton/box/ream of HP printer paper that showcases my beautiful and spectacularly in-shape (for it only being four months after Virgil's birth) wife. Jealousy has no place in today's society, so just sit on your hands and dream of a better life for all of us...I mean...Isn't she cute?!?!
So, if you're afraid of blood, don't look at them. Worse things have happened to him. The week before, I accidentally tripped Virgil while he was blowing into a Chinese Flute. A Chinese flute isn't blown traversely (on the side) but straight on. He was walking around with the thing in his mouth and I tried to stop him from going into the kitchen (he's already a veteran chef in the kitchen, and there's no more room than for one, so it's one of my jobs to keep him at bay whilst the master is at work) and instead of bumping up against and stopping, he fell over my leg and fell onto his face...(close your eyes, you squeamish) thereby ramming the flute into his mouth, scraping horribly the roof of his mouth. It was pretty bad, and he cried for a teeny bit (really, the guy DOES NOT CRY when he's hurt. Only when we put him to bed) but I didn't think I could get pictures...so I didn't, lucky for you.
I hope these start me back up again, putting their pictures up on hazlenova dot com. Yeah, yeah. I know. Where's Virgil Mars Dot Com? Well, I've decided to wait till I have a real job and have started to pay off some debts before that time comes. Hopefully, there will be no more Virgil Marses born before then whose parents are web-oriented.
Cheers to all, and more pictures will be forthcoming...
http://www.hazlenova.com/oct_3_02/
Love to all...
ST
DISCLAIMER: The first 5 or so pictures are of a bloody-nosed Virgil. He got it last week. They show NO PAIN but I like to document everything. You people know this. My aunt Pat, who is the main recipient of this link should NOT WORRY about the Little Monster. He didn't even know what was going on until we tried to wipe it...THEN, hooo boy, yes, the tears flowed readily.
Then, some pics from a playground date with the kids grandmother, Mimi, some bath pics, and then a couple of reeely kinda bad (but it's only temporary) but semi-useful pictures of the carton/box/ream of HP printer paper that showcases my beautiful and spectacularly in-shape (for it only being four months after Virgil's birth) wife. Jealousy has no place in today's society, so just sit on your hands and dream of a better life for all of us...I mean...Isn't she cute?!?!
So, if you're afraid of blood, don't look at them. Worse things have happened to him. The week before, I accidentally tripped Virgil while he was blowing into a Chinese Flute. A Chinese flute isn't blown traversely (on the side) but straight on. He was walking around with the thing in his mouth and I tried to stop him from going into the kitchen (he's already a veteran chef in the kitchen, and there's no more room than for one, so it's one of my jobs to keep him at bay whilst the master is at work) and instead of bumping up against and stopping, he fell over my leg and fell onto his face...(close your eyes, you squeamish) thereby ramming the flute into his mouth, scraping horribly the roof of his mouth. It was pretty bad, and he cried for a teeny bit (really, the guy DOES NOT CRY when he's hurt. Only when we put him to bed) but I didn't think I could get pictures...so I didn't, lucky for you.
I hope these start me back up again, putting their pictures up on hazlenova dot com. Yeah, yeah. I know. Where's Virgil Mars Dot Com? Well, I've decided to wait till I have a real job and have started to pay off some debts before that time comes. Hopefully, there will be no more Virgil Marses born before then whose parents are web-oriented.
Cheers to all, and more pictures will be forthcoming...
http://www.hazlenova.com/oct_3_02/
Love to all...
ST
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