New Song

The other morning at breakfast, Evan belted out the following song...

Oh yeah... We had a Baby

In doing all my updating, I have thus far forgotten to mention that we had our third and absolutely last child. Ainsley was born on August 7, 2008, about a month before her due date. Mom's water broke unexpectedly and after about 12 hours of a whole-lot-of-nothing, the doctors gave her some stuff called "Pit" to push the baby out. Pit apparently makes labor more painful but Beth once again delivered all-natural by waiting too long to ask for drugs. By the time the drugs were ready, the baby was coming out!



Despite being early, everything appears to be fine with Ainsley. The name is Scottish and is not a family name... we just liked it. Ainsley has been gaining weight steadily and has already published her first academic article: Gastrointestinal Reaction; I Poop When I Eat. We are all waiting on her second piece, an expose entitled Why Does My Poop Look Like Gritty Mustard; I Didn't Eat Any Mustard.

Although she is very health, I was worried when we brought her home that something mav have gone wrong:



Turns out she was fine... just not many neck muscles yet.

Everyone here is very tired...

Writer Strike

To protest my lack of free time, physical exhaustion and lack of sleep, I was on a brief writer's strike. The strike has ended. None of my demands were acknowledged or remedied; however, I didn't want to leave my loyal fans without updates about the Vorhis family. Faithfully and to the exclusion of other things more important than this blog, I trudge on...

3rd of July

Gainesville does its firework display on July 3rd. I don't really know why, but I do appreciate it. It lets you go out of town and still see a fireworks show or see two shows if you choose.

This year, I took Evan to the fireworks show with grandma and grandpa. It was well after his bedtime before the first mortar exploded, but he was very excited to see the show and stayed up with no problems. Evan loved the show and laughed or exclaimed "wow!" after every explosion.

At this age (3), I don't know what Evan will remember when he gets older. Hopefully he will remember times like these.

Fountain time

Occasionally, after dinner, we'll take Evan and Olivia to a fountain down the street from our house.



They enjoy running around in circles and getting soaking wet in lukewarm, non-chlorinated fountain water. I enjoy it because it requires almost no effort from me. I just sit there and accept debris from the fountain that my children are calling "chips" or "ice cream" or some other food item. As you can see, Olivia enjoys all the bounty the fountain has to offer.


The only part of the fountain trips I don't like its Olivia's chronic dirty-butt syndrome.

Food with a Message

When I was a kid, every once in a while my parents would make us breakfast for dinner. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, ect. As an added bonus, my parents would make pancakes into letters. I believe the primary purpose in this was to entertain us and distract us from the fact they were eating delicious steak.

The tradition continues.