Gmail, the e-mail server for Google, allows its users to publish blogs (that's a web-log Martha!) by using a spreadsheet. So here's my first go at it. By the way... Anne , I hope you're feeling better. Your apartment looks amazing!

Strother is enjoying story time with Papa.

He was sure to wear his "Hi my name is Strother Norman" to our neighborhood association meeting.

Bjorn again

Papa has found his new favorite way to carry his little guy. And his new favorite way to put him to sleep too.

Meanwhile, back at the Ranch

Strother got his first taste of West Texas this weekend. It was a thrilling time of palpatating cattle. He's going to wait a few more years until he can really dig his hands into that job...

One Month Old

Strother turned one month Wednesday. He started the day with a stellar report from his pediatrician. For those of you into stats, he's 9 pounds, 14 ounces and grew 3 inches to be 22.5 inches. He's a weed!

Look at me in the big boy chair!

I can even hold my head upright!

Well, I can hold it up for a minute anyway...

Norman Men

Strother Norman has a fine group of men to look up to as he grows...

My new friend

John Hilton was born Tuesday morning and Strother couldn't be happier. He's excited to play with his new buddy, whenever he wakes up. Strother also thinks J.H. looks just like his mom Allison. Congrats to the Beadles.

Strother Norman loves Halloween

Strother gets into Halloween. Check out his pre-trick-or-treating outfit. He of course wanted to be goulish for all the parties, so he chose an appropriately sized mini-mummy outfit, complete with a scary fanged teeth addition on the pacifier.

Last Sunday was a return to the scene of the crime of sorts. We spent the day at the Japanese Gardens (where we were married a year ago) and at the Botanical Gardens (where my water broke the day he was born). Something momentous seems to happen on every visit, so it's always special to go back.

Strother's Weekend Continued

After a nailbiting game at Trinity Valley, Strother decided a calmer evening with Marme and Big Dad was in order (thanks to Jim and Marty for letting Blythe and Darin go out on a date!).




Saturday we visited the Red Stegall festival at Cowtown. It was the boy's first visit to the Northside. I'm sure he looks forward to the time when he can enjoy a margarita on the patio at Joe T's (in a few years boy!).