Casey Turned 2!

On Saturday, we had a birthday party to celebrate Casey's 2nd birthday. It is so hard to believe that he is 2 years old already, and that we are so close to welcoming his new baby brother or sister into the world. The look on his face as everyone sang "Happy Birthday" was priceless - you could see it register on his face that everyone was there for him, and his little face just lit up. He loved his Elmo cake (even though we had a close call when he reached out and grabbed a still hot candle!) and by the end of the party really had a grip on how to open presents (watch out Santa - he'll really be ready at Christmas!). He seems like such a big boy now - especially compared with the peanut he started out as when he arrived 2 years ago! I can hardly fathom what changes will come in the next year.

Belly Pics

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Originally uploaded by JenniferAlderman.

I took some self-portraits of my belly - here we are at 7 1/2 months!

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

We had some evening showers last night followed by the last of the day's sunshine, and as a result were rewarded with a beautiful double rainbow. This was Casey's first rainbow, and he has talked all day about the "beeg wainbow".

I'm On The Web!

I finally have the website for my photography business up and running! The site site is really basic as I did it myself, but I think it looks pretty good and at least gets the message out about my services. Feel free to check me out at www.aldermanphotography.com, or click on the link on the left side of this page in my Links list. Wish me luck!

"In the Auditorium"

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Originally uploaded by JenniferAlderman.

I recently had a photo session with my friend Terri, and although there were many really great shots of her, this one turned out to be my favorite. I can't put my finger on what it is I love so much about this photo, I just really love it.

Mama's Got a Brand New Bag

After two years of lugging around baby gear, the diaper bag I bought before Casey was born was starting to look a little worse for the wear. And although I loved it when I bought it (black microfiber Nine West - looks like a Kate Spade) I have come to find it awkward to carry and I'm just plain tired of the plain black bag. So I have been looking for a replacement but haven't found anything that fits the bill, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I made this bag myself and I'm in love with it. I can carry it across my shoulders so it doesn't swing around and slap me in the face while I'm trying to get kids out of the car, and it has a bunch of internal pockets to keep all our junk organized. Plus, it even has a little pocket on the strap for my cell phone so I can actually answer it when someone calls rather than spending 5 minutes digging around in the dark recesses of my bag to locate it. Now I'm having to fight the urge to make one in every color.

Redneck Baby

I promise we aren't keeping him on a steady diet of Nascar and Miller Light, he's just naturally like this.

The Many Faces of Casey

I guess being 21 months old is a very complex time in someone's life. Or, at least, that's what you might be led to believe after looking at this sampling of recent photos of Casey...




The "It's Monday Morning and I Don't Want to be Bothered" Face








The "Uh-Oh" Face








The "Elmo's World Induced Trance" Face








I would love dearly to post the "Happiest Boy in the World" face, but it seems that part of the complexity of being 21 months requires that you no longer make that face in front of a camera. Other interesting behavioral phenomenon are presenting themselves, such as the desire to simultaniously be doing something and not doing something. For example, Casey will desperately want to sit in your lap and not sit in your lap - AT THE SAME TIME! I have to tell you from experience this is a very difficult task to accomplish. But don't get me wrong, there are still plenty of simple things that make this 21 month old boy very happy. Fresh strawberries, chasing his best friend Abby, and kisses from Ani are a few examples. Simple pleasures for a complex boy.

Ever Feel Like You're Being Used?

Like, all you want to do is take a little nap on a beautiful early spring day, and yet there is an obnoxious rooster perched on your back peck-peck-pecking away at you? Casey & I joined our neighbors Amy & Abby on Wednesday to visit Henry's Ark, a non-profit farm in Prospect. When I saw the poor sheep pictured here, I had to take his picture, because it seemed to appropriately describe how life is like sometimes. In addition to the hen-pecked (ha!) sheep, we witnessed several other comical animal scenes. For instance, a random cat jumped in my truck and attempted to lay down and snooze and had to be shooed off by Amy (I'm frightened of cats I don't know, OK!). Also, we thought we were going to be attacked by this ostrich for the kid's graham crackers (I heard that ostrich's are mean and fast, and this one had a crazy look in his eye).

It's been a week full of animal adventures for Casey & I. On Tuesday we headed over to Versailles to visit the Elberts while the Stann girls were in town. Courtney is lucky enough to have some real, live horses living in her neighborhood, so we walked over to say "howdy". Lightening tried to eat Christa's fingers when she fed him some hay, but that didn't disuade Casey from petting the horses and pitching a fit when it was time to tell them good-bye. He also enjoyed flying a kite in Court's backyard, so it looks like we may have to invest in one soon.

Gotsa A Malanga!

I'm becoming a little obsessed with the new season of The Sopranos, but when you're a stay-at-home mom of a toddler and 12 weeks pregnant with #2, the thrills of life just ain't what they used to be, so you'll have to forgive me. Anyway, I loved last night's episode, and Christa & I were covered with chill bumps when Tony was at the "Finerty Reunion" and cousin Tony B. was trying to convince him to "let it go" and walk into the house (where we swore the profile of the woman at the door was his mother). And much to my relief it appears from next week's previews that Tony will not spend the rest of the season in a vegitative state. Yah!

I've been trying to figure out what the heck Uncle Junior said when he shot Tony, but since I found this mp3 mix of lines from the first episode, I truly don't care what he said or what it meant. I'm too busy walking around singing "Gotsa a Malanga". You can download it here:

http://bestweekever.blogs.com/best_week_ever_blog/files/malanga_remix.mp3

After the article last week, I checked back in with the NJ Star-Ledger and I think this guy probably does the best recap of the show anywhere (ah, yes - more tidbits of useless knowledge to gunk up my brain with):

http://www.nj.com/sopranos/ledger/index.ssf?/sopranos/stories/seasonsix_4.html

T-Shirt Talk

I'm not a huge fan of the message t-shirt trend, but I may have to order these from cafepress.com for Rob & I later on this summer...

and maybe we'll order this one for Casey... (the caption reads "I'm gonna be a big brother...but I'd still rather have a pony."

Countdown

"Everytime I think I'm out, they keep pulling me back in!"

Any Sopranos or Godfather fan will recognize the title of the post, and the words of Michael Corleone accurately describe how I'm already feeling about the new season of The Sopranos. I still haven't formulated my own opinion about what the heck is going on, but Rob's convinced that Tony is already gone, and we'll spend the rest of the season watching the repercussions, from "The Family" imploding (it's not hard to see a power struggle between Silvio, Paulie, and Christopher, not to mention Vito being all cozy with Phil Leotardo and the New York crew), to "the family" imploding (Carm's disasterous spec house, no cash coming in from Tony, AJ's total dysfunction, Meadow's inability to decide which career to over-achieve in). Me, I'm not so sure. I found this article that certainly provides some interesting theories. I was also surprised to read that the voice of Tony's wife in the dream sequences was not Anabella Sciora (aka Gloria, the car salesperson who killed herself after her affair with Tony) - I was convinced that it was and that the dream was Tony's subconscious' version of what his life should have been. Another note: I agree with the article that something else is going on with Agent Harris and his frequent visits to Satriales. I remember a few seasons ago when the FBI's case against The Family had once again collapsed that there was some mention of trying "the terrorism angle" to bring them down. There was never any follow-up to the scene, but maybe that's all a part of David Chase's master plan. Maybe we'll get the answers to all the loose ends from all the seasons. Perhaps we'll finally know what happened to the Russian that disappeared in the woods from Chris and Paulie?

John P. Glynn, if you're out there and watching, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

They're Baaaack!

So, how long has it been since we've had a new episode of The Sopranos? Sixteen months? Twenty months? Twelve years? At this rate, we will not have to worry about the main characters offing each other - they'll just be too damn old to hold a gun anymore. But I can't lie and say I'm not excited about the new (and reportedly final season). Of course, David Chase and HBO are dead set (no pun intended) on torturing fans by dragging this season out (12 episodes begining this Sunday, then the final 8 air in early 2007), but if you've watched from the begining like I have, then you're a glutton for punishment anyway. So Sunday at 9 I'll be glued to the set even though part of me is still ticked that it takes 21 months to get new epsiodes on the air. I hear that the last few minutes of episode 1 contains an old-school Sopranos shocker for the ages. No matter what happens, you know this ain't ending well, and I guess that's why we keep coming back for more.

You Had Me at "Yellow"

Chris Martin is in love with me. I mean, he didn't exactly say, "Jennifer Erin Casey Alderman, I am going to leave my beautiful Academy-Award winning actress wife Gwyneth Paltrow and you should leave your perfectly lovely husband and we should live together forever in my castle in the English countryside.", but when he sang "Look at the stars, look how they shine for you", I'm pretty sure that's what he meant. Because from my seat in the sixth row center stage at the Coldplay concert Thursday night, I know that he was singing directly to me. And when he sang "For you I bleed myself dry", I know he was telling me he loves me. This has happened before. I'm sure you remember the raging crushes Dave Matthews and John Mayer had on me after I saw them in concert. Before you feel sorry for Mr. Alderman, please be advised that he was firmly convinced that the opening act, Fiona Apple, was making a pass for him. While mumbling incoherently and pulling her hair and rubbing her belly in between songs, he was pretty sure that was her way of telling him she wants to have his baby.

So aside from the proclimations of love, the concert was amazing. This is one of those rare occasions where I can say that the band sounded better live than they do on their studio albums. It was worth every expensive penny we paid for the tickets, and I would go again in a heartbeat. But sorry Chris, I'm a committed woman. Unless you sing one more verse of "Yellow" - then I might be convinced otherwise.

Back to School

I finally have my new camera that I will be using as a professional photographer (I even have trouble typing that with a straight face!). Here are a few samples of what I've taken so far while just playing with my Nikon D70s. It is significantly more advanced than the camera I have been using for the past several years, and so I feel like I have gone back to school as I work my way through the textbook-sized operation manual. However, I am so excited about starting this new adventure that I'm actually enjoying reading all the technical jargon about setting the proper white balance and setting the right ISO speed. I already have two clients on the schedule and I can't wait to begin.

Throwback

I know that "throwback jerseys" (detailed reproductions of jerseys worn by your favorite players of the past) are pretty popular right now - just scan the crowd at any NFL or NBA game and you'll see a good portion of the crowd sporting them. So Casey was right in fashion last night at the neighbor's Super Bowl party when he wore an AUTHENTIC "Mean" Joe Greene 75 jersey. This shirt actually belonged to me, and (inexplicably) was for a time my most favorite thing to wear. My Mom was able to hang on to it through all our moves and it's in incredible condition after 25 years. Just so you know, the adult-sized #75 jerseys go for $325 on Mitchell & Ness' website!

He's a funny kid about this kind of stuff. He reacted the same way when I put the jersey on him last night as he does when he wears his #18 Manning jersey - he seems to know he's wearing something a little special and it adds a little strut to his step. When he opened the Manning jersey from Nannie & Grandaddy on Christmas morning, he immediately wanted to put it on. Same thing last week when we went shopping for new shoes. I strapped the new ones to his feet and set him down to check the size, and he took off running through the store and refused to let me take them back off - he insisted on wearing them out of the store (thankfully they fit!). Perhaps he's just taken after his mother when it comes to new clothes - I've been known to get a little excited about a new pair of shoes myself.

Salad Days

My very good friend Colleen graciously brought me a bottle of Rich & Charlie's salad dressing from St. Louis when she came to KY this month for our annual Girl's Christmas Extravaganza. I want to say a very public Thank You to Colleen, although my thighs might have a different message. Even though this stuff has 18 grams of fat per serving, I can't seem to get enough of it. I am regularly eating 2 servings of salad a day - I think I could actually just turn the bottle up and chug it straight. And, I found this wonderful website www.foodcraver.com that will ship you St. Louis favorites such as toasted ravioli, Amighetti's Special Sauce, shredded Provel cheese, and Del Pietro's salad dressing (not to mention the coveted Rich & Charlie's!) - all delivered right to your doorstep. You might not get the same ambiance as a visit to "The Hill", but it certainly saves you the 4.5 hour drive just for salad dressing.

The Kid from "A Christmas Story"

Ever wonder what happened to him? You know, the little brother who was so bundled up in his snow gear that he couldn't put his arms down. Apparently, he has been reincarnated in Casey.
We finally had the opportunity to test the new snowsuit, mittens, and boots that Casey's Nana gave him for Christmas. I would say that we "played" in the snow, but since Casey couldn't really walk so well in the boots, we mainly just "sat" in the snow.

Photos of Jake

Some of you know that I am planning on trying to turn my hobby of taking photos into a little side business. I had my first "session" with my friend Terri's little boy, Jake. Here is a link to what I thought were the best of the session. Pretty good considering Jake was way overdue for a nap in addition to being constipated!


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