Category: neck deep in the zeitgeist

If you look closely, you can see the puff of smoke from the grassy knoll.

Dave

After we posted photos of Conrad rolling over at 22 days, several readers asked to see video of the event. I mean, come on. Would I really include my own newborn son in a hoax with no hope of financial gain? Anyway, here he is doing it again tonight, although he’s facing away from the camera at the start, which doesn’t rule out the possibility that there were tiny mechanical assist devices concealed by his onesie, or perhaps a long stick prodding him from just offscreen. And since you can’t see his face very well, I can’t prove this isn’t a stunt little person, or in fact a mechanical baby. And why is there no audio?

A complete set

Dave

All four grandparents in the same place, plus baby. That’s pretty cool. In addition to having a lot in common, they all share the opinion that they have a pretty adorable grandson. But what would you expect from a gathering of grandparents? A frank and objective discussion of his flaws?

You can’t sit around for three hours talking exclusively about how cute the grandson is, so they found other topics of conversation, including cars, which led to this classic grandparently utterance:

“I don’t think I dated you when you had a Studebaker.”

Tell Conrad that story in 15 years and he’ll be convinced we were all wearing homespun clothes and eating hardtack.

Lots of photos added to his Flickr page today, by the way, including this one, which cracks me up for some reason:

Bounce, Grammy, bounce!

Dave

Grammy’s been a real trouper while she’s been here, and has taken her share of bouncing duty during the fussy periods when that seems to be the only thing that calms him down. She got a workout, too, and went through her whole travel stash of ibuprofen. Feel the burn, Grammy.