Solid Food

Recently, Rocco has been introduced to the world of solid food. We started off with some rice cereal thinned considerably with formula. He didn't resist, close his mouth and turn away, or cry, but he did make some pretty funny faces. He only ate a few spoonfuls before he was ready to quit. We've been eating a little every day and have tried oatmeal too.

So, he's thought about it......


....and now he's decided that he likes solid food (especially oatmeal). When he sees me with the small glass bowl filled with his cereal he becomes very excited. He start breathing hard and loud, he flails his arms and kicks his legs, and he lets out little squeals of delight. When I bring the spoon to his mouth he opens up wide and either tries to grab my hands and pull them to his mouth faster, or get right to the point and grab the spoon. I have to be careful or he also grabs the bowl! Next stop, vegetables!

Christmas 2008

This past Christmas we were able to spend two weeks in Salt Lake City. We had a great time enjoying the snow, eating fabulous food, playing with our families, and just hanging out. There were so many pictures to post, I thought I'd just make a slide show instead.

My Dad Is Cool

For most of my life, my dad has been an FBI agent. Whenever people we met or knew heard this, they would often say to me, "Wow, that's cool." I acted casual, probably even rolled my eyes a few times, but secretly inside I was proud of my dad. His job was pretty cool. Mainly he flew small surveillance planes out of Point Mugu, but occasionally he went around the country doing different training that included aerobatics or gliders. I remember one time he flew in a SWAT team on a helicopter. He rarely told us stories about what happened at work (probably thought we weren't interested), but sometimes when we were with other people he would begin to share some of his adventures. It wasn't until I was in college that I discovered the origins of a duffle bag I had used regularly for my sleepover things as a child. It was a money bag belonging to bank robbers that my dad helped apprehend.

A few years ago, my dad retired from being a special agent. He began a job as a helicopter pilot for Life Flight. They would help rescue people lost in the canyons, or transport the injured to the hospitals when the land vehicles simply weren't fast enough. Now he works for the Sheriff's Department. He still flies helicopters, but aside from finding lost hikers, and transporting the injured, he also helps put out fires, and get rid of illegal marijuana fields. He sends us pictures regularly of his adventures now, and I'm old enough to know it's not just his job that's cool, it's my dad.

A recent picture of my dad in his helicopter

My cool dad and his bounty of confiscated weed

P.S. One of the best perks of a cool dad with a cool job?
He lets you visit him at work and take awesome pictures.

My Husband Likes To Smoke.

Behold, Nick's pride and joy. No, this is not just a pile of pots in our neglected backyard. This is a true blue, gen-u-wine, hand built smoker (in our neglected backyard). Since we have moved to Jacksonville, Nick has taken an interest in barbecue. He has made in own dry rubs and sauce. He has bought special charcoal and wood chips. He loves to spend his free evenings stoking coals in his 2 ft high portable grill we bought to use in case of power loss after a hurricane. After watching an episode of "Good Eats" on the Food Network where Alton Brown instructs how to construct your own meat smoker, Nick was inspired.

This last Thanksgiving I was sick with the flu. I felt nauseated, I had a sore throat and headache, and my whole body felt awful. I had already planned Thanksgiving dinner for the two of us, bought the turkey, etc. and had even prepped a few items the day before. I felt obligated with guilt to make dinner. (Back story: One Thanksgiving I was working as a pastry assistant in Miami and had to work. I was working nonstop around the holidays and had no time to cook. We had one car. I later asked Nick what he had done for Thanksgiving dinner. He told me he rode his bike to Wendy's. Hence, Thanksgiving guilt.) Nick was home from work, so clearly he had three options:

A: Help his poor ailing wife by finishing Thanksgiving dinner and sending her to bed.

B: Help his poor ailing wife by caring for their 4 month old baby so she could finish cooking and go to bed.

C: Spend all day building a meat smoker.

I think in Nick's mind there was never more than one option and when he came in at 6 pm boasting of his beautiful smoked pork shoulder and found that I was not quite as thrilled as he was, he couldn't understand why. Needless to say, I haven't had the warmest feelings towards this pile of pots in our neglected backyard. However, Nick smoked another pork shoulder last weekend on a day that I felt fine and did not spend all day making a holiday meal, and I have to admit, it was pretty good.

Lucky Number 8

Today is my deadline to start my blog, January 08, 2009. I have been meaning to get this going for awhile now. I chose this day because it is the first 8 of the new year and, for those of you who don't know, 8 is Rocco's lucky number. He was born on the first day of the eighth month of 2008. He is the eighth grandchild (Bergeson side). He was born 8 years after Nick and I first met. He won 8 gold medals at the 2008 Olympics. (that was Phelps) Anyway, this blog will mainly be devoted to Rocco because since he was born into our lives, we have felt like the luckiest 8 minus 6 people on earth. I will probably post the occasional photo of something else going on in our lives, but have a little patience and the subject will soon turn back to the cutest member of our family. I hope all our family and friends enjoy reading.