Christina (hereafter islave #1) attempts to give Isobel a piano lesson, but it appears that Isobel is less interested in music, and more interested in being on film. She WILL be a movie star or I owe you a pizza. Handsome John F Kennedy Jr (islave #2) plays with his offspring. We agree that Isobel looks frighteningly like George W Bush in this picture and seems to be saying "We will win the war on terror, irregardless of our foes". A rare moment of reflection after spitting up all over Dagny. A giant, smiling muti-colored moth with beads for organs would scare anyone.
The Shiffler family had an eventful holiday season filled with cheer, nearbeer, and sheer unclear queer(unusual) fear of King Lear. We hosted a party this year for all of our friends of old who, magically, have all grown up and borne children of their own. A picture from the party The winter months can be lonely and dark and can drive a person to do strange things....strange and unusual things...like put your cat in a dress for amusement. Note the obvious shame. There were also matching Christmas dresses for Caroline, Johanna and Isobel. Some say that music can tame the savage beast, or at least the savage Izzle Bizzle. Arushi, international development expert and part time model, holds Isobel at a Cuban restaurant in the District. Isobel bids you farewell.
But then again...every day feels like the weekend when you're unemployed. Sigh. Moving on, B, C and I all made it safely from CO to PA and are feasting on the sweet meats and salty treats of the Shiffler home. Now, without further ado, pictures from CO: This snowsuit is a bit big.... A pensive moment for Grandad Two months young! Chillin' like upstanding citizens Happier than your baby Robert Van Wagenen with I She Bangs Please send us money or jobs for Christmas-its the reason for the season.
In other news, Brooke's looking for work within a couple of hours of either of our families. So we'll probably be either in the Denver area or the mid-Atlantic region. We'll be in Carlisle starting December 19.
Yes, we Van Shifflerens are still alive! Now that Isobel is one month old (gasp!) it's time for her to make her official blog debut. So, here she is:
If anyone still reads this pitifully neglected blog, it's probably somebody who already knows the details. But just in case: Isobel Emeline Shiffler was born Oct 12 at 11:19pm here in Colorado Springs where she and I (Christina) are staying with Nana and Grandad. She weighed in at 6 lbs, 6.5 oz., and was 18.5 inches long. As my aunt Sarah once commented, isn't it funny how we're always declaring newborns' sizes? It's sort-of like the catch of the day or something. And that was much funnier when she said it. Here's Isobel with her pacifier, which she seems to love more than life itself:
And here are a few more pictures, since we know that's what you really want:
If that doesn't satisfy your insatiable need for cuteness, you can check out "Stina's flickr" (see link to the right) for more, so much more. And for those of you who are worried that this is going to become one of those baby blogs, we have a little game. Of the following two pictures, one was taken in Kazakhstan and one was taken in the American West. Can you guess which is which?
In a related story, we have decided to move back to the U.S. That means we'll need to change the title of this here blog, and we're hoping to get some ideas from YOU. Yes, you.
It's me-Brooke. and Christina. Here is a picture where it is really obvious that Christina loves that pink shirt.
We went to Restaurant Marrakesh for our anniversary. Nice atmosphere, nice couches, nice tiled walls, great Moroccan cuisine.
This monument celebrates the Soviet Union's victory over Germany in WWII. You say don't mess with Texas, I say don't mess with the guy walking across the street there.
One of these things is not like the other...These posters were everywhere around the time of the release. I think this is a new and improved clouseauesque look for Keira Knightley.
This is the taste in YOUR mind. Sounds like propaganda from Big Brother. Tomorrow we arrive back in the good ol' USA for hamburgers, fries, shakes, and whiffleball. Looking forward to seeing (some of) you there. End of transmission.
It is mostly official that we are having a baby according to the Sun. So here is a little taste of tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, goodness that will shine a blinding ray of sunshine into your cubicle. or workstation. or "home". You'll hafta crane your neck a bit to get a good look at her. Yep-you heard. Her. Girl. Female. In the picture on the right you can see her profile and arms and bumpy spine. She kind-of seems to be looking at her arms. Nothing much is recognizable in the picture on the left. This here is a picture of the picture of the ultrasound. That's because the nurse at the hospital didn't put our pictures on our CD correctly. Ironically her name is Кущкшгвкл. This is me and some girl at the clinic for embarrassed couples. At least I don't look embarrassed. .........Possums...........
