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We were at the first annual North Hills Mall christmas tree lighting last Saturday night when the cops providing security called in a 10-52 (ambulance to the scene). Apparently someone couldn’t handle all the excitement. Later we tried to go to the new Fox and Hound Bar and Grill but there was a 45 minute wait. Amy and I finally went back last night (a week later) and had some beers, cherry bombs, and fish-n-chips. They’ve only been open for a month so the food is still being prepared with care. I expect moderate deterioration in the quality over the next few months. Still, it’s going to be a popular place.

We’ve had our share of kids lately. Amy took care of Maeve one night while Sean practiced with John Metcalf (Bongo John) and some other guys from his former band Wax Planet.

Connor also spent some time this week with my parents next door neighbor’s kids, Charlie and Megan, and with his cousins Hannah and Skylar. Seems like everywhere we go there’s a baby or three.

Mr. Kris Kringle that is. AKA – Santa. Amy took Connor to meet him for the first time today. Unlike when his father was a little boy he didn’t cry. I guess he only looks like daddy. He acts like mommy. We’ll know if that’s good or bad in another year or two. For now Mr. Kringle is just going to have to take our word for it that he’s been good enough for a brand new full toy box this year.

It’s been awhile since I’ve had time to sit down in Photoshop and get pics ready to post on the site so tonight I’m gonna catch up a little. Last week Sean Aitken came over and brought Maeve with him. I hadn’t seen her since her first birthday about three months ago. Her and Connor are a toss up in the cute category, two of the most beautiful babies around. But it’s boys against girls and Connor had a tendency to play a little rough, even knocking Maeve down once. Amy could tell he felt bad about it when she started crying.

What’s Amy been doing since we made the decision that she could be a stay-at-home mom? Drinking Strawberry Margaritas with Christine during lunch of course. They went out one day and took these photos of each other goofin’ off in a Mexican restaurant in North Raleigh. Someone else will have to comment for details.

Ya, she wishes it was that easy… So far she’s enjoying it and seems to be dealing pretty well with the Mr. Connor workload. He’s wide open from the minute he’s awake until he’s back asleep again. But too bad Farm Bureau – I haven’t heard her say one thing about missing work.