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.

Brooklyn, the place where dreams come true.

Sweet, sweet sleep. It happened. We are logging 12 hours of uninterrupted night sleep.

The first time it happened I was so baffled in the morning that neither of us had gotten up that I almost didn't believe it. We spent roughly the next 15 minutes quizzing each other and making sure that what we had thought happened actually did. This was followed up shortly by high fives.

New weird mouth thing towards the end of the video. Its almost like talking but sans sound.


And the boys have already started showing off. He's throwing down a pretty good game of falling back and she seemed to like it.


One Sleepy bottle.

Out of the wild

We made it! We will not be moving for the next 72 years.

Our arrival to New York initially wasn't how anyone envisioned it. The video documentation has been banned from publishing here by Renee. Our car service stranded us at the airport and we had to wait about an hour for another one. Renee was reluctantly forced to breastfeed in the Laguaria parking lot while Fischer was wildly pumping lamb covered feet. Footage lost in the name of love.

The New York entry I had envisioned materialized the next night as I was standing in Madison Square Garden with friends watching Pearl Jam. YES!

This is one wild animal we brought back with us. This is sleepy singing. Sustained movement would keep this beast singing theoretically forever. When movement stops, beware of the high notes.



Our square mouthed crier meets an oval mouthed crier. The result is pure sadness.


She also got to meet a couple Great Grandparents. 4 Generations.

No Sleep till Brooklyn

I've basically been saving this for about 4 months before breaking it out here. Although much more appropriate in prior months, our most recent sleep hurdles have come by way of baby monitor malfunction.

Endangered species - Blue Elephants



From the eyes of the predator.



This video does contain some funny clips but for me the gold is in the audio.



Really good seeing some old friends this past weekend.

Los Estados Unidos

We're baaaaaaaaaaaaack.

The journey back was just as crazy as suspected. The plan was to have a nice relaxing morning and get to the airport early. Things started to come unraveled when Fischer decided to start pushing up and looking out of the top of the bassinet. She looked like a little baby para-scope and was locked and loaded on mommy and daddy.



My sleepy state did not not help the situation by only offering up duck and cover techniques. So after multiple crying episodes and not much sleep it was time for her 5:30 wake up time.

She was exhausted so we thought we would just let her sleep in the room. As we have found out 2 exhausted parents and one well-rested baby definitely trumps the inverse. As Fischer Moss rested soundly in the room sleeping until 10:30 we sat outside held captive by the small mullet headed fisher. We sat on this weird chair with bloodshot eyes, un-showered, unable to enter our room where 2 large comfortable beds were empty.

This risky attempt, that almost made us miss our flight, paid off hugely when we successfully logged the whole 4 hour flight without a peep from Fischer. We had completely ran out of tricks just before landing.

Things settled down a bit in Columbus where some precious cargo was being moved.


And we even got a glimpse of things to come with our new nanny.


A fairly successful international move.