Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Blogosphere ...

Things at the Woodford South global HQ have settled down since our recent barnstorming trip to Maine and subsequent hasty move to our new apartment. Despite what you may have assumed from the above picture, we have unpacked the silverware, Kasper's clothes and most of the rest of our baggage, and everything is now put away in its proper place. Or in a sky-high pile behind a locked door in the spare bedroom, never to be seen again. Same difference, really.

So with things quiet here -- at least until Kasper makes another Prison Break-style exit by popping out the screen on the living room window -- I thought I'd direct you to places in the blogosphere where things are happening.

Like Left Coast Rynnes. Big news -- and cute pictures -- will be showing up there any day now. The Woodford North crew (we're franchising!) has returned from their Rangeley vacation with tons of pics, and they also have the family clan photo from Kingfield Days. And Adam's Angels has great pictures of Hannah and Shylah at the beach.

Cruise over and check them out, and we'll probably have something to post by the time you get back. With Kasper, things never stay quiet for long.

E, i, e, i, Kasper

Kasper was only kind of interested in the farm animals. But, my oh my, he loved the tractors!

Candid Camera

This is about a month old -- Kasper's second directorial effort*. Shortly after filming, the camera went missing and wasn't found until the final hours of our move. It's 8 megs, so if you're on dialup you've got time to make a sandwich or mow the lawn or something while it downloads.

*Kasper's first video, a dark odyssey into the realm of film noire, is a bit too abstract for the webmasters at Woodford South. It also induces violent motion sickness, so we have declined to release it in spite of (quite literal) howls of protest from the director.

Newsflash: Our kid is weird

How else can I explain this picture? Among the things unearthed during our move were a few ancient cans of club soda, back from the pre-kid days when I could imagine stocking a modest bar so other adults could drop by for a drink and engage in quiet, adult conversation. We were such dreamers then. Now Kasper has taken up that dream. He enjoyed playing with the cans so much he insisted taking them into his crib two nights in a row. Sadly, those cans have since mysteriously disappeared, but we'll always have this picture to remember them by.

You're On Notice!

It has been made clear to us, by a grandma who shall remain nameless, that we've more than used up the grace period our move two weeks ago granted us. We either restart the blog now or face the consequences, most likely dealt out with extreme prejudice via Chuck Norris.

So we're back. Sorry no pictures as of yet -- most of the computer stuff, including the cord that connects the digital camera to the computer, is still packed away somewhere (no fear, I'll find it today!). But we are slowly getting settled into new place and are loving the additional space. Kasper has his own room and a 'big boy' bed, and he makes the trip up and down the stairs a bazillion times a day or so.

During our blog-out, a few things were left undocumented, including our awesome trip to Maine for Kingfield Days. I'll post about that a little later, but for now I just want to thank Mema and Grandpa for all their help moving, and our good friend Joe, who qualified for sainthood by putting in a day of backbreaking labor to move all our junk crosstown. Thank you all very much!