And
now, ladies and gentlemen...
Ariel Joy Fybush
Born: September 15,
2003, 4:26 AM
Weight: 7 lbs, 2 oz.
Length: 20 inches
(At left: Ari's official
portrait, 2 days old at Highland Hospital.)
Friday, October 10
Whoa - where'd the last two weeks
go? Here, enjoy some new pictures:
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Last week, Ari met her Grandpa John, who came in from
Fort Wayne with Carolyn to see the baby for a few days. As you
can see, the two hit it off... |
Three generations. We'll make it four when Ari travels
to Fort Wayne in a few weeks and meets her "G.G." (great-grandmother
Betty Stein.) |
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After multiple attempts, Grandpa John managed to get
this family portrait... |
...though Freckles, being Freckles, had to take frequent
breaks to investigate the squirrel invasion of the back lawn. |
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Here's a nice picture John took of Lisa and baby. |
And here's another. |
Tuesday, September 30
Sorry about the long delay in
getting these posted - that whole "newborn-baby-not-getting-any-sleep"
thing has kicked in, big time, and when I'm not looking after
Ari or doing "real" work (or playing commentator on
WXXI, WROC-TV or the Democrat and Chronicle about
the Bob Lonsberry affair), I'm most likely trying to get some
sleep. But never fear, Ari's doing just fine. She had her second
doctor's appointment Monday morning, and Dr. Martin says she's
gained a few ounces (she's now 7 lbs., 6 oz.) and is in perfect
health.
Other highlights from Ariel's
second week: last Friday, she visited Rochester's famous Dinosaur BBQ
with our friends Dave and Jason. On Saturday morning, she attended
her first Rosh Hashana service at TBK, sleeping through most of
it (including a visit with Nanny and Grandpa and Grand-Nan up
in the balcony) and being widely admired by all. Saturday night,
she visited the Summit for Rosh Hashana dinner with Grand-Nan
and the family, and was, you guessed it, widely admired by all.
Today, she visited Nanny's office at BOCES and was, again, widely
admired by all. Sense a pattern here?
Ari had her first bath Sunday
night and seemed to enjoy it. Tomorrow, Grandpa John and Carolyn
arrive from Fort Wayne to meet Ari.
She's still keeping us awake
on and off at night; she tends to wake up about 3 AM and stay
awake feeding for 90 minutes or so.
Tomorrow, we'll tackle some more
Ask Ari questions (submit yours to ariel at fybush dot com)...but
now, PICTURES!
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Aunt Julie pointed out that she hasn't been featured
here yet - so here's Aunt Julie holding Ari in the hospital.
Aunt Julie's now an aunt twice over; her boyfriend Chris's brother
and sister-in-law had their baby today, and Julie's already trying
to set the two of them up together. |
Here's Great Aunt Jeani holding Ari in the hospital.
She was long overdue to be featured here, too! |
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Grand-Nan and Ari |
The Fybushes in the hospital with Ari - Grandpa, Ari,
Dad and Nanny |
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Grandpa admires Ari |
At the naming lunch: Ari is admired by Uncle Henry,
Grammy Fran and Aunt Belle |
Wednesday, September 24 -
Day NINE!!!
Either you get the joke in the
header, or you don't work in radio. (And if you don't, click here
for some enlightenment, though it still won't mean much if you
don't work in radio.) Speaking of radio, I'll be a guest on WXXI's
1370 Connection Thursday at noon (you can listen online at www.wxxi.org),
and if you live in Rochester or read NERW, you can guess what it's all about.
Not much else new to report -
I'm fighting a cold and the "non-drowsy" DayQuil generic
substitute is making me sleepy anyway. Ari and her parents went
over to Nanny and Grandpa's house tonight for dinner, which Ariel
slept through. Grammy went back to Fort Wayne yesterday after
leaving lots of meals in the freezer; hopefully, a few new pictures
of Ariel will cheer her up...
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We were doing laundry tonight (including Ari's crib
sheet and crib liner), and Lisa walked into my office with Ari's
little laundry basket. It looked like it was full of laundry...but
it turned out to be full of Ari, instead! She's been snoozing
comfortably (and I think that's my pillow she's snoozing
on) ever since |
Closeup of the sleeping baby. Ain't she cute? |
Monday, September 22 - A Whole
Week Old!
Sorry for the weekend break -
we've been either changing diapers or asleep, it seems :-)
We'll start with the pictures
from Saturday, when Ariel had her naming. Her Hebrew name is Ariel
Simcha, Ariel (pronounced, in this case, AH'-ree-ell) meaning
"lion(ess) of God" and Simcha meaning "Joy."
Hebrew has no last names, just "son of" or "daughter
of," which makes our baby girl "Ariel Simcha bat Yosef
Yitzhak v' Batya," or "Ariel Simcha, daughter of Yosef
Yitzhak and Batya." Ari was a little angel throughout the
90-minute service, allowing herself to be passed back and forth
down the row of parents/grandparents/aunts/uncles without even
opening an eye.
Afterward, Nanny and Grandpa
hosted a luncheon at their house for Ari:
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Here's Ari out on the deck with her cousin Rebecca
Schacter. Rebecca's grandfather, Henry Stein, is the brother
of Lisa's late grandfather, Curt Stein. What do you suppose would
be the odds, then, that Rebecca's parents would eventually move
in right across the street from my parents - just a year or so
before Lisa and I were married? (You can imagine the surprise
when everyone figured out what had happened!) The Schacters are
in the process of moving - but just to the house right behind
my parents :-)
Henry and Belle happened to be up from Long Island
visiting the Schacters, so Ari got to meet her first Stein relatives
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Here's Lisa, opening cards and presents out on the
deck. That's our friend Alexandra Newman next to her. She and
husband Logan just got married over the summer, so they've still
got a while before they start getting pressured to start a family.
In the meantime, they can borrow Ari if they ask nicely... |
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Here's Ari on the living room sofa with our dear family
friends, Claire and Bob Eiselen. Among other things, Bob does
the excellent digital imaging work for my Tower
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Here's Ari's cake, which was quite delicious. Note
the little lions in the corner! |
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Lisa opening more presents, with the assistance of
Ari's second cousin, Evan Epstein. Evan, his sister Naomi, their
parents Mark and Lauren, and Mark's parents, Matty and Judy,
all drove up from Binghamton to be there for Ariel's naming,
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Don't these look yummy? You, too, can get delicious
mint brownies (and the others, too, but the mint ones are really
good) by visiting our friends the Starskys at the Park Place
Deli, at the corner of Park and Berkeley Streets. Tell them Ari
sent you... |
We've
got to squeeze one more picture in here - here's Nanny showing
off what was, to her, the most exciting part of Ari's naming:
the giant (four-pound) can of tuna that she bought at BJ's Wholesale
Club to make tuna salad. Anyone who thinks I'm kidding doesn't
know my mother very well - everyone who came over
for the luncheon had to admire the giant tuna can. Perhaps you,
too, would like to drop
her a line and tell her how exciting
her tuna can is...
After the naming (during which,
again, Ari was incredibly quiet and well-behaved), we went home
and took a well-deserved nap. Later, I passed up a chance to see
Bruce Springsteen for a third time on this tour (I'd seen him
at Buffalo's HSBC Arena and at Rochester's War Memorial, and he
was playing at Darien Lakes Saturday night) - I guess having a
newborn baby is one of the few things worth missing Springsteen
for. Perhaps Ari and I will see him together for his seventieth-birthday
tour...
Sunday was a quieter day for
Ari; we went for a walk with Freckles in the morning to introduce
her to the gang at Brighton News and to the idea that one does
not miss the Sunday New York Times under any circumstances
(a habit inculcated in me by my grandfather many years ago.) Later
in the evening, Ari and I went over to Aunt Julie and Uncle Chris'
house so she could receive her gift from them (a beautiful modern
version of the "To Sit, To Stand, This Step Stool/Is Really
Grand" stepstool that both Lisa and I had as children, hand-painted
by Aunt Julie), along with my original stepstool, rescued from
Mom and Dad's garage. I should scan the outside of Aunt Julie's
envelope and put it up here as well; it showed Julie's artistic
rendition of several scenes from Dean Friedman's "Ariel."
Then Ari and I went to visit Great-Nanny at the Summit independent-living
facility, where we shamelessly interrupted the evening's movie*,
prompting a stream of seniors to follow Great-Nanny out to the
sitting room to admire the baby, which they most certainly did
(giving the lie, in the process, to Great-Nanny's claims that
under no circumstances has she been bragging about said baby...)
*If you've never tried
to identify one particular gray-haired, 4-foot-9, 88-year-old
great-grandmother, from behind, in the dark, in a crowd
of 40 such women, you have no idea what a task it is - especially
when just about any of them would be more than happy to accept
you as being their grandchild.
One more Sunday note: Ari now
has a belly button, and it's an "innie." She's even
cuter now that the cord has fallen off. (This prompted a great
deal of puzzlement among the great-grandmothers at the Summit,
until one of them pointed out that in their day, they were all
still in the hospital - and, for all I know, still under anesthesia
- when their babies' umbilical cords fell off.) Now we get to
give Ari a bath...
Sunday night, she slept quite
well, waking us up only twice (by my count), and on Monday we
had our first long period of eyes-open alertness that wasn't coupled
with an immediate demand for food. ("Ngaaaaaaaaaaa"
seems to be the cry of choice in such instances.)
And with that, how about a few
"Ask Ari" questions (submit yours to ariel at fybush
dot com...)
Q: The cutest baby ever! (submitted
by Great Aunt Jeani)
A: Yes,
definitely. And I don't care that that's not, technically, a question.
Q: "Ari" as in Ari
Fleischer? (submitted by Blaine Thompson, Fort Wayne)
A: I
can't comment on that. Next question - you there, from Fox News?
Q: "Ariel" as in
Ariel Sharon? (also submitted by Blaine Thompson, Fort Wayne)
A: No,
sir. However, the record will show that after we settled on Ariel
as a first name, Lisa and I were mulling over middle names up
until about a week before Ari's birth, and at one point Lisa actually
suggested "Sharon" (rhyming it with "Baron")
before I pointed out what that would do to the poor thing...
Q: When I saw the name, I
didn't think of Ariel from "The Little Mermaid(tm),"
I thought it might have been a play on "aerial." The
ultimate tower site photo! (submitted by Ray Barrington, Green
Bay [WI] News-Chronicle)
A: Sshhh.
Don't tell Lisa!
Q: When will she have her
first taste of Regina? (submitted by Elizabeth Navisky, Boston)
A: First
of all, that question is nowhere near as dirty-minded
as it somehow just ended up looking in print. Cousin Liz is referring
to Pizzeria Regina, purveyors of the very best pizza on earth,
and it's my hope that at some point within the next year I can
find an excuse to make it to 11 1/2 Thacher Street in Boston's
North End to have some for myself. Ari may have to wait another
year or two to experience such pizza nirvana, though. (And you
Chicago deep-dish partisans can keep your Giordano's. No comparison.)
Q: Ngaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
(submitted by Ari, in the next room)
A: OK,
OK. Gotta run! More pictures tomorrow...
Day Five: A Visit to the Doctor
and to James Brown's Place
It was another busy day - or
at least a busy morning - in the World of Ariel, as she paid her
first visit to her pediatrician, Dr. Michael Martin. Dr. Martin
left his old practice a couple of years ago and now works by himself
(a concept Daddy understands quite well!), remaining on call 24/7
by cell phone. He saw Ari twice in the hospital, but Friday was
her first office visit, and she passed with flying colors. She's
gained several ounces (from 6 lbs. 11.5 oz on discharge to 6 lbs.
14 oz. today), which we're told is unusual for a breast-fed baby
- but then she's feeding a LOT. Everything else checked out fine,
too, and she'll return in a couple of weeks.
Lisa and Grammy Fran were very
hungry when we left the doctor's office, so we headed to James
Brown's Place, the best breakfast spot in Rochester. Ari was just
there not long ago - that's where Lisa and I had brunch this past
Sunday, mere hours before Ari's arrival. Ari hung out with us
in her car seat instead of the womb this time, but was just as
asleep. Maybe next time, she'll be awake!
Much of the rest of our day was
spent getting some rest, interspersed with diaper changes. Later
in the afternoon, Grandpa Dan stopped by for his daily Ari admiration
session, and this time Ari obliged him by (very briefly) opening
her eyes. And then it was time for Ari's first shabbat; she slept
in my arms as we lit the candles, and she made a cute funny face
when I touched a bit of grape juice to her lips...
Oh...and today was "National
Talk Like A Pirate Day," so a big "ahoy, matey"
from ARRRRRRiel :-)
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Here's Ari sound asleep at James Brown's Place; holding
the menu behind us is Riley Grider, one of the waitresses there
- and another native of Fort Wayne! Riley graduated from Elmhurst
High the year before Lisa, and Lisa knew her and her brother
Scott.
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Grammy Fran wanted to use up the film in her camera
when we got home, so she thought she'd take some pictures of
Ari in her car seat.
Here's what Freckles thought: "I wanna be
in the picture. I'll pose nicely. No, wait, I don't wanna be
in the picture. I'll walk away. No wait, I do wanna... *click*" |
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Earlier on the same roll of film - Ari in the hospital
with Daddy.. |
.Take 2 - and this time the dog posed nicely! |
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A couple of shots from a diaper changing session...it's
about the only time I can reliably count on seeing her eyes wide
open! |
I think she looks like Nanny Carol in this picture.
Every time I look at her, she looks like a different family member.
I hope Freckles isn't next... |
Coming Saturday: Ari's naming...let's see how she does in a BIG
crowd of family and friends!
Day Four: Adventures in the
Outside World
A
big hello to Ari fans everywhere!
As you can see, she's spent the day learning
HTML and will soon be ready to code her own page...but in the
meantime, she's still happy to let Daddy handle the typing.
On Thursday, our girl had her first two
trips outside the house, beginning with a noontime walk down the
street to temple to hand in her naming forms. (Well, I
walked - she rode in the stroller.)
After an exciting afternoon that included
several feedings, several long naps (both alone in the crib and
with Daddy) and several visitors (Grandpa Dan, who's now a daily
visitor to Ari-land, and Karen, Laura and Seth from next door),
Nanny and Aunt Julie came over to escort the lovely Miss Ariel
to her first meeting of the Rochester
Numismatic Association, the oldest continuously
operating local coin club in America. (Her daddy is a past president,
for those of you who don't know.)
Ari stayed for about 10 minutes, meeting
Daddy's friends and admiring the auction lots, including several
RNA presidential medals that Daddy later spent her college money
on. (Just kidding - they weren't that expensive!)
After that, Nanny and Julie took Ari back home and visited with
her for a few more minutes. Meanwhile, Grammy Fran took Lisa on
her first adventure in the outside world post-Ariel,
visiting Target to pick up some needed items.
Send in more "Ask Ari" questions
and we'll try to get to them tomorrow or over the weekend (along
with scanning the pictures from Monday) - but in the meantime
we'll address that tricky pronunciation question again: how about
"Ariel" as in "aerial" (though the stress
is on the wrong syllable there, and it might make Mommy think
too much of those big aluminum things on the roof), or perhaps
- for the benefit of our Binghamton relatives - "Ariel, which
rhymes with Harry L"? (If you're not from Binghamton, you
won't get it. Don't even try.) And I think I neglected to mention
earlier that "Ariel" is the name of the BBC's in-house
magazine, too. (Named, as it turns out, after Shakespeare's Ariel,
immortalized in stone on the walls of the BBC's Broadcast
House in London as "the invisible
spirit of the air," the personification of broadcasting.
Of course, that Ariel was a boy, and one of the sculptures
created controversy because Ariel had too large a - well, I didn't
say "nipple" this time, anyway.)
Enough of that...we still need pictures,
don't we? Here are a few from Ari's visit to the RNA meeting...
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"Aunt Mel" Childers holds Ari while Bill
and Edie Coe talk to Ari's Nanny at the RNA meeting |
Ursula Loose meets Ari. Ursula's the proprietor
of McLeod Stamp and Coin in Rochester, and it was she who introduced
me to coin collecting many years ago. Ari will start visiting
her shop in a few years, if she's interested. |
On Friday, Ari visits her pediatrician.
Stay tuned!
Day Three: Back home...
Ari is now at home, in her own
crib in her own bedroom, with her own (very excited) dog
standing guard at the door. Whew!
You still want pictures, all
of you, and you'll get them, but first we need to answer several
questions that have arrived in Ari's mailbox:
Q: So you're calling her Ari?
(submitted by cousin Elizabeth Navisky of Boston, Mass.)
A: Yup.
Which leads to a little logical inconsistency: While her full
name is Ariel, pronounced to rhyme with "burial" (I
need a better rhyme - anybody?), we've taken to referring to her
colloquially as "Ari," which rhymes with "sorry."
To which end I can only quote Whitman: "I contradict myself?
Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes."
Or to quote Ari herself, if she were speaking: "I am small.
I contain poop." (Which she does. A lot.)
Q: So that's Ariel as in "Little
Mermaid"? (submitted by someone in the hallway of Highland
Hospital yesterday)
A: Nope.
Due to Disney's attempts to co-opt copyright law to its own benefit,
the last thing we'd dare to do is to use the name of one of its
trademarked characters. Case law is unclear as to whether this
would constitute "fair use"; and anyway, we have more
sophisticated taste than that.
Q: So that's Ariel as in the
Dean Friedman song? (submitted by WODI's Dave Marthouse, among
others on the radio boards)
A: Now
we're getting closer. For those of you unfamiliar with said song,
a minor hit circa 1977, it was a staple of Jewish summer camps
in the mid-eighties. And it mentions not only WBAI radio in New
York, but also "Channel 2...signing off the air." Which
it doesn't, at least not any longer, as I pointed out to Mr. Friedman
when he played a packed house at Camp Seneca Lake in July 1985.
Of course, these days, the only New York-area TV station that
signs off nightly is channel 50, and that doesn't scan at all.
What was I talking about again?
Q: Ariel, whom you named after
the Shakespeare character, right? (David Oliver, Towcester, England,
on the New
York Radio Message Board)
A: Um,
yeah! We're literary here! In fact, Lisa has to admit that
she has neither read nor seen The Tempest, but I'll
acknowledge that a nice Shakespearean reference like that was
at least somewhere in the back of my mind, filed neatly next to
the list of ABC affiliates in Alabama. (WAAY in Huntsville, WCFT/WJSU
in Birmingham, W... OK, I'll stop.)
Q: What about Joy? (not actually
submitted, but it needed answering anyway)
A: It's
for her late great-grandmother, Frieda Erman. No, really. "Frieda"
means "Joy" in Yiddish.
Q: So the Hebrew name will
be? (submitted by Rabbi Rob Morais, about a week ago)
A: Revealed
at her naming ceremony, which will take place during services
this very Saturday (9/20) at 10:30 AM at Temple B'rith Kodesh.
Q: What did she wear home
from the hospital? (also not actually submitted, but it needed
answering)
A: A
lovely yellow-and-white knitted outfit that was purchased by my
grandmother in 1966 for the birth of her first grandchild, my
cousin Mark. Since then, it's been worn home from the hospital
by ten babies, of which I was the third and Ari is the tenth.
Pretty cool, huh?
Q: I always thought, maybe
incorrectly, that General Electric's WGFM (now WRVE) was the first
FM station? (submitted by Joe Condon, Albany)
A: Whoops
- excellent question, but not intended for our first installment
of "Ask Ari (or her daddy)" But since you're all so
curious now, WGFM's predecessor, W2XOY, began experimental broadcasts
from the GE plant in Schenectady in 1937 and regular broadcasts
in October 1940. Early, yes, but not as early as Major Edwin Howard
Armstrong's own W2XMN at Alpine, N.J. or its predecessor operation
at the Empire State Building. Hey, don't say you didn't learn
at least one useless fact while admiring the baby pictures...
(And wouldn't "Edwina Howard" have made an excellent
name for a baby?)
Q: Back to the baby for a
moment. Didn't you use the word "nipple" an awful lot
in Tuesday's update? (submitted by Aunt Wendy, Fort Wayne)
A: I
count three mentions. And you've got to understand my position
here: I'm still the lone male in a household that now includes
Lisa (female), Ari (female), Freckles (spayed female) and, for
the next week, Grammy Fran (female). You've got to cut me a break
every once in a while, and not just on the price of imprinted
pens (for which there is no finer source in the known world than
Stein Advertising of Fort Wayne, where Aunt Wendy or Grandpa John
are standing by to take your order at 1-800-ORRDERS.)
Oh, and I have no sense of propriety. That, too.
Q: Freckles - how did she
handle the arrival of the baby? (submitted by Clarke Ingram, Pittsburgh
PA)
A: Well,
how would you feel if you'd spent the last three years
as the queen of the house, only to realize that you're still just
the dog? Actually, Freckles (known to some readers of this page
as "Freckles the NERW Wonder Dog") did pretty well.
She was shaking with excitement when we first brought Ari inside,
trying to give her a comprehensive sniff-and-lick treatment. Now
that she's had a chance to do at least some sniffing of the new
addition, she's settling down, and as I type this she's stretched
out on the new doggy bed in Ari's room watching Ariel get her
feeding from mom's...
Q: You were going to say "nipple,"
weren't you? (to be submitted tomorrow morning by Aunt Wendy,
Fort Wayne)
A: You
have a dirty mind, sister-in-law. But you do sell some very reasonably
priced and high quality imprinted specialty items.
Q: So when can I come over
and see the baby? (submitted by, among others, Laura Frutiger
of next door)
A: In
your case, Laura, you can stop by after school tomorrow...but
only if you're free to babysit in a few months! (And thanks to
the Frutigers for the pie...and to James for looking after Freckles
while Lisa was in the hospital.)
Q: Uh...PICTURES? (submitted
by all of you)
A: OK.
Still haven't scanned the film ones, but here are a few quickie
digital images of Ari's first day at home:
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"Ari Has Two Grandmothers" - and neither
one can get enough of her... (Apologies to the Omaha Central
High Class of '61 - I did get it right - for blocking most of
Grammy Fran in this picture. We'll try again tomorrow when Nanny
Carol makes her daily visit.) |
Grandpa Dan makes funny faces at Freckles while refusing
to let anyone else hold Ari. |
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Little baby. Big crib. |
Being held by Grandpa Dan. |
"Day Two: Still tired
from the move..." (apologies
to Steven Wright!)
Yeah, it's almost 3 AM and I
need to be back at the hospital at 9 to take mom and baby home
- but Ari's had a busy second day and wanted me to share it with
all her out-of-town fans and admirers (nearly 44,000 hits on fybush.com
Monday and more than 36,000 Tuesday, which is a little ahead of
the usual pace for both days!) Big milestones today: lots of successful
feeding (and attempted feeding on things that aren't nipples),
another visit from Nanny and Grandpa, and the arrival of Grammy
Fran from Fort Wayne. Oh, and a dad so frazzled that he tried
to pay his mortgage at the wrong bank's drive-up window. (And
evidence that Ari already has a sense of humor: daddy's first
attempt at a diaper change found a dry baby - but no sooner did
I turn away to get a fresh diaper than naked baby let loose all
over her crib. Real funny, kid...and you expect me to pay your
college tuition in a few years?
But you want PICTURES, don't
you...and so we oblige with some more digital ones. There are
some even better ones on film, but unless you were walking by
the photo shop as I was leaving today (like Rochester police chief
Robert Duffy, who was thus obliged to ooh and aah over several
of them), you'll have to wait for some more awake time with the
scanner before they can be posted. Sometime Wednesday, perhaps?
And a special note to all of
you who've e-mailed with words of congratulations: Ari, Lisa and
I thank you and send our love to all! We'll get working on personal
replies once everyone's home from the hospital and I can get Ari
propped up in the space I still need to clear out next to the
keyboard...but in the meantime, please know that we're so grateful
for all the love and good wishes coming our way :-)
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The picture Grammy Fran couldn't wait for all her
friends
and relatives to see on the website - taken just minutes
after her arrival from the airport. A special hello
to
all those Ermans, as well as to the Omaha Central
High
class of '61 (did I get that right?) and the public
information office at Indiana Institute of Technology! |
A sort of four-generation picture...Lisa's on the
phone
to great-grandma ("G.G.") in Fort Wayne
while Ari waits
for a feeding. |
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Number of page visitors who asked why there were
no pictures of Dad here: zero
Dad's reaction to holding his baby: priceless |
"Hey, this isn't Mom's nipple! Whaddya think,
I was
born yesterday? Oh wait...I was born yesterday!" |
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See...she has eyes. |
"There's still not a nipple in my mouth!" |
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Great-Aunt Jeani and Aunt Julie left some decorations
on the car Monday afternoon...this balloon and a note
in the duston the trunk: "I just had a baby girl!" |
"Hey dad...you could put an antenna up there!
I hear
there's great trop on the way..." |
Day One images
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Baby's first picture...and mmmm, those fingers are yummy! |
5 AM...the proud grandparents arrive to see
the baby |
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Mom, baby and, yeah, a newspaper. Gotta start sometime... |
Four generations (if you include the photographer):
baby Ari,
great-grandmother Sylvia Berman, grandmother Carol Fybush.
Ari's lucky enough to have two great-grandmothers in addition
to all four grandparents! |
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...and it's not even Dad's fault. Grandpa John in
Fort Wayne
sent along a great bouquet and a copy of the Times.
In a few
minutes, Ari will notice how inaccurate the radio
listings are. |
Eyes open and ready to go. She's a very alert
young lady! |
Bookmark this page to see more
pictures of Ari in the days to come!