Bag Lady Wins!!!

Hey!!! Bag Lady won the Baby Jack I caption contest with this entry: "NO, don't look at me - I haven't brushed my teeth yet.... oh, wait, I don't have teeth yet..." (You have to look at the last post for this to make any sense.)

Oddly enough, the runner-up (on Facebook) had kind of the same theme going..."ScottieDog, you have bad breath.". I can't believe how many people responded with only a comment and no caption at all. Not to take anything away from Bag Lady's awesome comment...

So while I think up some post, any post, that is not Baby Jack related, here's another Baby Jack CAPTION CONTEST (If you double click or right click on the picture, it will enlarge in a most satisfactory manner--I think...):



Bag Lady wins a drawing on any subject of her choosing. Seriously. :-) (Drawing will be posted on this site and will count toward my Goal #2 Draw 10 pictures 6 down, 4 to go!)

Random Monday (CUTENESS ALERT and CAPTION CHALLENGE)

What a weird sight I just saw when I was out getting my lunch. As some of you know, I work in Lower Manhattan, right next to the WTC site. Across Cortlandt Street from my building, there's a small pizza bar where, if you want to eat on the premises, you have to stand up at a counter, if there's room. Patronizing this establishment was a large group of nice young ladies (teens) in spiffy yellow tee shirts and shorts, evidently pausing for refreshment while visiting ground zero. There were way too many to fit into the pizza bar, so about twenty of them were SITTING DOWN ON THE SIDEWALK NEXT TO THE CURB with their pizza. And I mean they had SHORTS on.

I VERY NEARLY stopped and screamed at them, "WTF do you think you're doing??? Only crazy homeless people sit down on the sidewalk!!! Get your behinds up from there!" But I didn't. I was too tired, or stunned or something. (Does that make me a bad person?)

One has to wonder where their chaperones were. I mean God only knows what was on that sidewalk...besides the filthy chewing gum residue, no doubt several kinds of bodily fluids. Ugh. I thought about taking a picture to post, but then I thought, No, the world is ugly enough. So here is a nice picture of Baby Jack instead:



He is seventeen days old here. And getting so BIG. I have to say, being a new grandmother is really interfering with the bloggery. Sorry about that. So here is another picture (with ScottieDog), to make up for my sparse posting lately. Feel free to suggest captions! I may be moved to bestow a reward on the best one...

Baby Jack and Little Brown Jug

("Baby Jack" sounds like a kind of cheese, doesn't it?)

I know you're panting for more baby pictures, so here is one I took yesterday with my iPhone. It takes really pretty darn good low light pictures! Better than my "real" camera.

I got to babysit yesterday for almost an hour while The Parents took a stroll round the neighborhood. Little Jack was disposed to be fussy at first, so I sang him "Little Brown Jug" about 20 times and he SOOO loved it. After a couple turns up and down the hallway, he started dropping off in the most melodramatic way, and then settled into a long nap on my lap. Thank God I had my iPhone nearby. After I took as many pictures as I could of Sleeping Infant in Cute Shirt in the Same Position, I resorted to playing Solitaire. Between periods of just staring at him...

Babylicious!

Well as you can plainly see, Baby Jack is one of the cutest babies in the known universe. He is only a few hours old in this picture, and already he needs a haircut! The nurses brushed it up into a stylish mohawk.

The family is home now resting comfortably and doing fine as far as I know. I hope I get to go see him this afternoon! He is so spectacular!

As part of my ongoing effort to emulate the Bag Lady, here is some food porn:

These are my famous deviled eggs, which I made for the fourth of July. We also had watermelon and hot dogs and hamburgers. We had to broil the hot dogs and hamburgers in the oven, though because it was way too windy out on the balcony. I didn't really notice any inadequacy of flavor, though. The Macy's fireworks were okay--they were on the Hudson this year, but rather far away from us. Still, it's great to sit on the balcony and watch about 50 firework shows going on all around.

Here is a very special video (one minute) of Baby Jack being comforted by his brand-new daddy. He is such a good baby!



And yet another baby picture, just in case you need one.

The Little One

He finally got here! Got a little bit stuck, so they had to do a C section this morning, but I'll take him however I can get him. He is. The. Cutest. Thing. Ever. All of 7 pounds 11.8 ounces.

My son-in-law scared me out of 20 years growth, though, by messaging that my daughter was going in to surgery and then not calling back. After sitting around for hours (only two but honestly it seemed like twelve) getting more and more frantic, I schlepped down to St. Luke's to see for myself what the heck was going on. I was sure there was going to be some degree of awfulness when I got there; I've never been so terrified! Seriously. AND I had the grandmother of all hangovers from drinking too much Chardonnay while I was waiting up last night. (You do not want to be on the NYC subway terrified out of your wits AND hung over, take it from me. Just don't go there.)

But no, they were all just fine, just not thinking of doing PR and busy worshipping the baby. I was glad of that, and so did not shake my precious son-in-law until his teeth rattled. I'll tell you what, though, I really hope (without their incurring any actual harm) that Little Johnny scares the bejeezus out of him at some point, and then I will point and laugh and say remember when you did that to me??? Hm???

Whew. :-)