Separated at Birth

Maybe it's just me, but I think the H-Man looks a lot like Brian in this picture. Hopefully he will be able to charm the ladies just as well. And play hockey and lacrosse and badminton like him.

Hot Pants

YOUNG MAN! There's no need to feel down. I said,

YOUNG MAN! Pick yourself off the ground. I said,

YOUNG MAN! 'Cause you're in a new town
There's no need to be unhappy!

YOUNG MAN! Here's a place you can go. I said,

YOUNG MAN! When you're short on your dough. You can
STAY THERE! And I'm sure you will find

Many ways to have a good time.

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A!

It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A!

Valentine's Day

Elsa + Dylan

http://daddydarling.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html

Sanchez Out, Hawkinson In

Mark Sanchez made his own call, and it wasn't a big hit with coach Pete Carroll.

Coming off a record-setting Rose Bowl, the Southern California quarterback will skip his senior season to enter the NFL draft -- going against the advice of Carroll.

Sanchez, a fourth-year junior, announced his plans at a campus news conference Thursday, the deadline for underclassmen to declare for the draft. The past three stars who played quarterback at USC under Carroll stayed for their senior seasons, and the former NFL coach thought Sanchez should do the same.

"I'm just glad Henry Hawkinson will be ready to step in," said Carroll after the press conference, "here's a young man who, at ten months, is poised to take over where Mark left off."

A few things have to happen for Carroll's dream to become a reality. Hawkinson is not yet potty trained, and has to quickly complete thirteen years of course work before he can get his high school diploma.

"Im not concerned," beamed Carroll, "his transition to solid foods was smooth, and I believe that sort of fortitude will help him learn the USC offense."

Hawkinson can throw the ball about two feet in the air, and it usually lands in the exact opposite direction in which it is aimed. His father, a one-time Division III starting quarterback (career record 2-7, 12 TDs, 20 INTs) is also anticipating the transition.

"He really likes the school's colors, and can almost say Hut Hut Hike. It sounds like, AH-BA AH-BA....BA"

The Hawkinsons plan to hold a press conference in late March.

We Need a Zamboni

Elsie and I checked out the downtown skating rink. It was closed the day we went, and there was about three inches of snow covering it. It turned out to be a good thing because that ice was a little slippery. I hope that I can teach Elsa how to skate as well as my brother Chris taught his son Brad. Chris took everything he learned (from the three years in which he skated, right before Kenny Gates whooped his @#% in the 1976 Bay Lions Winter Carnival Skating Competition) and turned Brad into quite a hockey player. Brad, you should be thankful.

Chris still tells that story. He told it again last time he visited. "AAAH! KENNYYYYYYY!"

Elsa's New Food Chart

Ruth came up with a plan. Elsie gets a special treat for every five new foods she tries. This pic was taken right before she tried HOISIN SAUCE to complete her first five new foods goal. I picked up a copy of the musical Annie and we watched it last night (...fun answering the question Daddy what's an orphan?)

Anyway, her five foods were:

BUTTER BEANS

STAR AND MOON FRIES

CREPES

CANNOLI

HOISIN SAUCE

We didn't really know how to make nutritional value a prequisite. The crepes were stuffed with jam and then slathered in maple syrup. The cannoli, was, well, a cannoli. And the star and moon fries were, well, french fries. And she had one butter bean and a pea sized drop of hoisin sauce.

She's moved on to her next five, and so far has eaten MARMITE (this morning with eggs) and FARO. Which is like barley. She ate one grain...

Forgotten Buffalo

Neighbor Mike gave us an afternoon tour of Forgotten Buffalo spots. We hit the Broadway Market where we were able to buy chruscikis, fried dough cookies covered with sugar. Redlinski's Meat Market for polish sausage, pierogis, and kiszka (looks a bit like potato sausage). But the highlight of the trip was lunch at the R and L Lounge. Mike had read that the food was good, but had not been there before. It was about two blocks from the market so we went for it.

Walking in it felt like I was back in Milwaukee. Three older gentlemen at the bar glanced over. The proprietor immediately walked over to us with a smile, greeting us with "and who's this?" She told us to sit in one of the booths on one side of the bar so we plopped down, Henry and Elsa in tow, and she disappeared in back. Later she emerged with homemade pierogis and stuffed cabbage. Turned out the R and L stood for Ronnie and Lottie, the couple who owned the place. Lottie cooked the food for us and even took care of Henry while we ate. And she gave me some solid parenting advice as well: don't spoil them, plant them in the stroller so you can enjoy your lunch, and my favorite- sugar for hiccups!