the nomadic tribe

A previous correction from a former post saying that we would never move again. Since then we have moved again and are currently in Vermont. No not to live, but to wait out our next sublet. With each subsequent move, I look to see if Renee has made it both physically and mentally. I'm still holding strong to the claim that I'm giving her the gift of appreciation when we finally do get our own place.

For additional suggestions please email me.

A super special thanks to Eli, Scott, and Teri for offering up their digs in the name of the nomadic tribe.


The Indian


Morning dew in Vermont


Sweet Potato Happiness


After a long hard day of crawlin...

Fischer 2.0

Her look up for approval after taking her first crawl, brought us both to tears.


Hand games.


Bushy eyed one.


Top notch fart sounds coupled with laughter.

Finally some humor recognition

I barely caught this moment on video. It had me laughing in tears.


Like any good laugh or smile you just try to duplicate your comedy routine. Usually this unsuccessful attempt leaves you feeling stupid and a very serious small one peering into your eyes.

She also has been doing this funny talking thing now too. Its a mix of talking and biting. We live in constant fear of the thing called teething.