Sam’s Visit
I finally have the time and energy to post Sam pictures. I’ve resized a bunch, but since they always seem to overlap my sidebars, just click on the thumbnail to see a much larger version of the photo up close and personal.
By the way, am I the only one who finds the “red eye” function on digital cameras doesn’t really work so well? Or am I just an idiot?
Don’t answer that…
I bought Sam a new bed this time around. Note the pictures of his mom and me on the walls: I figured he’d like seeing pictures of the two of us together way back when…
I bought new kicks: Sam tried ‘em on.
My dad took Sam for a day: they ended up taking the trolley to 30th Street, picking up the El to Girard, grabbing the 15 trolley and heading to Syrenka, a dirt-cheap Polish joint in Port Richmond. You can get more kielbasa, blintzes, bigos, and sauerkraut than you can eat for about $5.00.
Sam and his buddy Franklin making faces at Dock Street Brewery. They drank me under the table. I felt bad, because it’s really hard for a 4-year-old and a 6-year-old to drag a guy like me out to the car, load me in, and drive home. Sam steered, while Franklin manned the accelerator and the brake pedal.
Dyeing eggs with Christina and his Aunt Dreya.
My son and my nephew Elliottweigh a lot.
Yeah, it looks like eggs for french toast, but really Sam is whisking his boogers.
OK, I’m lying. It is eggs for french toast. Sam’s just going for simultaneously going for the gold.
I am lucky I have a girlfriend, because I am one UGLY S.O.B.
And there you have some shots from Sam’s most recent visit. I think Christina may have more, and when I get a chance we’ll upload those as well.
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April 4th, 2008 at 11:10 pm
B, you know I love you and everything… but that last pic? It looks like you’re about to go out on a drunken tear and “stomp some pakis”. Grow the hair back, dude.