College (Video) Flashback

Ballroller noun - A person in charge of getting one of the three game volleyballs to the server during a match. Often works with a partner and can be compared to a ball boy in tennis. Name is derived from the act of rolling a volleyball to the partner.

My Hero

I finally found a super hero I can relate with and his name is Conan.

4 months

Dillon had his four month old doctor's appointment earlier in the week. He measured in at 25 1/2 inches and weighed 13 pounds 6 ounces. The doctor said he was in the 75th percentile in length, 50th percentile in head size, and 25th percentile in weight. Our little beanpole also got three shots. Surprisingly he only cried for a few seconds. A tough little beanpole.

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Last week Christina and Dillon made a trek down to Shafter, leaving me home alone. While I was struggling for survival, they were having fun with my family. Here are some pictures.

Taylor and Dillon excited that in a few months Taylor's little brother will be able to take a picture with them.



I still haven't figured out which one is the adult.



But Mom, I don't wanna wear a tie!



This last picture isn't from Dillon's trip, but it is his first meal other than milk. Not much of his crushed rice made it to his stomach.

O Caption, My Caption

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Distractions

I have recently received a lot of hate e-mail (and phone calls) with complaints about not posting any new pictures of Dillon. Some of you may know that I have been very busy with my latest purchase, a Sony HDTV, which has kept me away from blogging.

You might say, "Jimmie, how does a new tv hinder your blogging schedule?" Actually, it is a combination of the new tv and the fact that I switched from Dish Network to Direct TV. I now have to relearn every channel number, including the new channels like G4, FX, and all the high def channels. I come home from my job tired and overworked but I rigorously study the channel listing, hoping that one day I will become master of my remote.

Enough with the intro, on to the pictures:



Dillon in his Sunday Best.



Christina and I have learned it is difficult to take Dillon's picture because he is in the best mood after he eats but he also spits up constantly. So getting a picture snapped without spit up all over his clothes is quite the accomplishment.



I did not photo shop his right arm out of this picture. I have no clue where it is.



Grandma giving the big guy a bath.



Dillon is getting ready to run the stairs at the Museum of Art in Philadelphia.



This is one of my favorite pictures.



Are they cheering me or Daddy's new tv?