Let the indoctrination (um, I mean love of the game) begin!

Since Jameson was a little boy, he's begged us to take him to a baseball game. Today, we fulfilled his other lifelong request (the first, seeing the Sox win the World Series, he saw last October). Our "little dribbler" saw a lot of dribblers on the field, but the weather was not cooperative (foggy and raw). As a result, Jameson was unimpressed, even by the Great Abe. He spent most of his time flirting with other fans (that's my boy!). Oh well, he's got several more years to become a believer. Next time, maybe he can even have a hot dog... pics are below.

Random adorable shots - enjoy!

Are you SURE she's man's best friend?

A horrible realization in three acts...


Ethyl won't mind if I nuzzle her fur, so long as she doesn't move so I can keep my...

bal... ance ... oh dear ... comin' down!

Well, heck. I am now at your mercy, Ms. Ethyl. I only ask that you treat me better than a Milk Bone....

7 months...

At 7 months, the cuteness and chunkiness meters are off the charts...

I love a parade ... well to yawn at, anyway

Jameson saw his first parade this weekend - an early St. Patrick's Day celebration. Sadly, the bagpipes did not impress him. Tough crowd indeed.

I agree with the sentiment of the shirt, as long as the word "don't" is deleted

Yes, Jameson has his Texas on. Lord help us all. I especially like the last shot, which illustrates how the Texas Secretary of State's Office will tally the results of tonight's primaries:

The Big 1/2!

Yep, he's six months old. It seems like only yesterday that he was five months old (probably because he's in the same outfit as in his last monthly shot...)