First, let me thank everyone for their "name that photo" suggestions! I particularly liked the Channel Swimmer's and Lizzie's suggestions:
"There's a warm spot near Fanny." - Channel Swimmer
"Who told Fanny I have her bone?" - Lizzie
But in the end, I thought that Radar's expression was best summed up by our winner, Lori:
"Give me a break mom! Do I have to share everything with Fanny?"
Lori, please e-mail me your mailing address so that I can send you your "Hugs and Pugs" mug, starring our very own Fantango!!!
I may be testing out this picture in a new header over the next couple of days. The beach picture is really irreplaceable, but I like to change things up every now and then. Have a good look at the header now and then let me know your thoughts once I've replaced it with the new one. I always appreciate your feedback and comments (and even insults Antonio!)
Finally, I just wanted to include a quick note about surprises. In particular, the surprises of new parenthood. When becoming a new parent, there are things that you anticipate. I anticipated loving my kid more than I ever imagined - true. I imagined worrying about my kid more than I could have guessed - true. I even expected my life to completely change - true. But there are still some things that I didn't anticipate - some of the smaller things.
This thought occurred to me today at about 11am when I was walking to the bathroom at work. I had a big smile on my face and I was giddy with happiness... I mean the kind of happiness that's almost tangible... the kind you feel in your gut and sweeps over you like a warm wave! And why was I so overcome with happiness? It was because I'd just gotten off the phone with Maria (Radar's nanny) and she reported that Radar had had a big poop and was now giggling and screaming! Yes, I was profoundly happy to hear that my son had pooped!
See, I'd heard new mothers discuss their baby's poop before. I found it mildly amusing, but I don't think I really ever imagined that I'd find the topic so engrossing and emotionally riveting. But there's no doubt about it... I'm one of "them" now... I want to talk about poop, I want to share poop stories and I am overcome with joy when a couple of challenging poop days resolve themselves with an overflowing diaper!
And that's a surprise I wasn't expecting.
Lots of love (and poop),
Titi and Radar
PS - I'll post the photoshop entries tomorrow, so there's still time to get yours in...