my friend Greer took these pictures. Owen was three weeks old, weighed about as much as your average cantaloupe, and we were temporarily homeless (but staying with Scott's gracious parents).
I had to dig into the archives to find happier times because Owen and I are currently being plagued by a virus. And I'm not referring to the genteel head cold kind of virus either. But yes, poor Owen is still recovering from that type too. It's nothing apocalyptic (like the Davenport Family Virus of New Year's Eve '07), but we're uncomfortable for sure. Say a prayer for Scott's immune system to keep holding it off! If any of you folks in town offered him a room, I bet he'd be tempted to take it.
Hopefully I'll be back at the end of the week to report that we salvaged a happy Thanksgiving. In the meantime I'm cramming all that will fit into our washing machine and dousing with Lysol all that won't.