Fathers and Daughters

We spent the evening at the Deitrich's home and were able to take a few pictures of Tua and her friend, Phare. Here are the fathers with their daughters.

Thinning

The hair came off today. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. Tua finds the new hair difficult to adjust to. When I got down from the barbers stool, she looked at me as if I might have been a complete stranger. We're currently addressing this issue.

Mother Daughter pre-cut.

Father- Post cut

A Recalcitrant Feast

Tua met real food today. At 5:35 EST, Bug and I whipped up some infant cream of wheat concoction, placed it on the sparcely laid table and sat our daughter down in front of it. The reaction was a type of bridled indifference. She was not really all that wound up about having to sit at a table while a cold, pastey substance was shoveled into her mouth. Her favorite parts of the evenings events were as follows:

1- getting to hold a spoon

and

2- getting to put her feet up on the table while she ate

Hair Today

Seth's head of hair has finally reached the length required for donation. This means that Seth is getting his hair cut. It was supposed to happen last weekend, but Seth, as he usually does, failed to call ahead to make sure that the barber was, in fact open. No worries. One week lost translates to .25 inches in hair growth. All the more wigs to be made. The appointment is Tuesday. Or maybe its Wednesday. There will be pictures, and maybe a few clips (no pun intended).

www.locksoflove.org

A&W

Middlebury, Vermont is where you'll find the only remaining drive up eatery in the state. It is perported to be in fact, the last remaining drive up A&W root beer stand in the US. Bug and I have made at least one pilgramage a year to drink from its dark, syrupy waters. Here, unlike any other fountain soda made anywhere else, the concoction is blended on the same fountain machinery used in the 1920's, giving it an extra bite. According to old timers who have dined here over the last sixty years or so, the root beer has the same taste it did in their youth. Today, we introduced Tua to the treat. We even let her sample a drop. She seemd to enjoy the experience. She particularly liked the fact that every time she leaned on the horn, the waitress would appear.

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Bag Lady

Tua found her way into one of Bugs tote bags this afternoon and wouldn't get out when requested (even after we threatened her with posting pictures of her in said bag online). Below is the record of our mischievous Tua being carted out of the room. The mess in the background is our mess by the way, not hers. Her room is clean as a whistle. We haven't figured out how she keeps it so tidy.