the first supper

At George's 4 month check up our doc told us that we could introduce George to solid foods. Timidly, we began that process. George gobbles up anything that gets in his mouth, hands, paper, grass, medicine - so we had little doubt that he'd like "big boy food." See the results for yourself below



Welcome to the real world of food George. May you enjoy a long and happy relationship with it.

post script:
you'll note my amateur camera skills. Eventually we hope to be able to capture video in a way that doesn't look like an a. 3rd grader took it or b. an embedded journalist in Afghanistan. Patience por favor.

a special friend...

George has a special friend. His name is Ben. Ben the snuggly sheephead. He's kind of like a sheep ghost, a floating head with no actual limbs. He's incredibly soft, and a fantastic sleeping companion.

Here's George sleeping on our bed - you can just see a little bit of Ben.


Here's a good shot of Ben and George. We first started putting Ben with George when George was a newborn. Just a bedside companion. Now that George can move around and snuggle - George really likes the company.


Ben has an incredibly soothing effect on George. When we try to get George to sleep... if you put Ben on George's face George will almost immediately get heavy eyelids and start to drift off. Normally Ben is like a stuffed animal ambien. He looks peaceful now, but today George had Ben in a headlock and was punching him in the face. Fortunately, Ben appears to be quick to forgive.


I don't remember having something to snuggle like this. Could this be a lasting relationship - or just a flash in the pan fling? Are we setting ourselves up for some sort of disaster-tantrum when Ben goes missing or the eventual waves of nausea when becomes so tattered that he looks like an old dishrag from Red Lobster?

Not sure... sleep tight George...

more colorado pictures & fun

Friday we gathered in the park with my Denver area siblings. It was quite the event.

Four of the five Pulsipher boys all had babies within a year. Pretty cool.

We bathed George in a sink at Breckenridge. He naturally took this "lounge" position all by himself. I think it works great with the marble counter top. Like a real fat cat.

Our brand new niece Leeaira. She is a beautiful redheaded girl and we are so happy to have her in the family.

George & Dad

George and Mom - this is normally a run at Breck during the winter. In the summer it makes for a lovely "hike."

we... had... the time of our lives

I'll let the pictures (and captions) do the talking:

Golfing with the Brothers in Law at Copper Mountain. Apparently the highest (elevation wise) professional ranked course in the world. 1oK+ above sea level. Personal highlight, driving the par 4 18th hole, three putting for par. I've done this 5 times.

Campfire in Breckenridge. Little known fact about Ashley. When she has her hood on, she's in a mischevious mood. She was out to prove that she made the best smores.

George and Mom next to the great Mississippi River.

Eliza looking eerily peaceful

That's better Eliza

Three things to note here: 1. Sportin' the ticket around my neck = cool. 2. My new "transition" glasses. I bought them for commuting. Pretty jaunty right? 3. Smug grin of satisfaction as I ascend peak 8 to partake in some alpine slide antics.

Croquet in the park. Check out that backdrop eh?

Ashley and George on the Danube

After a lovely week with Ashley's family in Breckenridge, we headed south to Denver. Denver hosted the democratic convention in 2008, and as you can see from the picture below politics were still in the air!

George pretending to be an old-timey democrat from Alabama at his cousin Serena's 1 year birthday party

George taking politics too far - posing as a socialist monarch!

Back up to Beuna Vista for a couple of days. The heavy rains had produced an incredible amount of wildflowers

George continues to take artistic liberties with headwear... modeling a flashy driving cap on Main Street, Buena Vista

Beautiful sunset up at Kolob (my parents house)

George was most impressed with his cousin Isaiah. They quickly became best friends

Plotting a socialist uprising. I smell a Junta...

In Denver one night we all went out for cupcakes. I had coconut creme, Ashley had red velvet.

Isaiah wanted that one (and got it)

Cupcake aftermath

George temporarly giving up headwear for accessories ala Kanye

Kanye George at the Market, Downtown Denver

For the 4th of July we went to my favorite place in the world for that celebration. My Alma Mater - CU. Boulder Colorado

One of my favorite parts of the celebration is the impromptu paper-airplane toss. Look at all those paper airplanes. The ultimate goal is to not only get them on the field, but to get them far out there. I'll give you one guess who the champion was this year.

Me suckers. It was so awesome. My airplane floated to its resting spot in what seemed like an eternity. I flexed my muscles in conjunction of a hoot worthy of a national hog calling winner.

Once it got dark, the fireworks began. George was pretty enamored with the spectacle. Look at that face.

My advice for flying - be flexible. While we were waiting for our flight in Denver to LA - they announced that the flight was overbooked and needed volunteers to catch the next flight a mere 55 minutes later. Ashley and I volunteered and we got 2 free vouchers PLUS a ride in first class on the way home. We were total impostors... if our life were a Sesame Street Episode of "One of these things doesn't belong" we'd clearly be the sore thumb. But that didn't stop us from downing all the free diet cokes we could handle while rubbing shoulders with the wall street journal folk. So awesome.

That's pretty much it. There was lots of fun, cousins, hugs and kisses to go around. Hopefully we'll be back in Colorado before too long.

goin up to the co(lorad)untry

Hey guys. We're really looking forward to these next two weeks. We're leaving the big city and goin up to the country... er, Colorado. We are so excited, our sentiments are probably best expressed through song.



Not that we've been completely stuck in the city. A couple of weeks ago, we went to Yosemite and had a really lovely time.

Ashley & George at Glacier Point

Our lodgings at the Wawona Hotel

Ashley and I often become nostalgic about Colorado - despite the fact that Los Angeles has really come to charm us. George has a lot of family to meet. Lots of firsts on the trip for George. First plane ride. First time in Colorado... first time joining a band promoting a carefree lifestyle?

Posts may dip off... they may not. If you're in Colorado these next couple of weeks, look us up. We'll be in Breckenridge the first week, and then Denver the second. We're also planning on capping off the trip with one of my favorite Americana events - fireworks at Folsom Field.

My favorite part of this event, is the informal paper airplane contest. Lots of pictures to come.

guest post: the top three things i hate - by george pulsipher

hi everyone. up until now this blog has been about my parents and occasionally the cute picture of me. well i'm here to get my own voice, and i thought the perfect subject would be about the top three things that i hate.

1. my car seat. i know.... i KNOW! my parents have tons of cute pictures of me in it. you'd think they never take me out. that's just the problem, we took a trip to yosemite the other weekend and now i can't stand the site or smell of that thing. as soon as i get in it - you better believe i'm letting the world know.

2. ludmila. my parents have this crazy russian doll on the top of their bookshelf. every time my mom or dad burp me and give me the chance, i keep both my eyes on her. i don't know what she's up to, but i don't trust her. when she's in the room - it's like i'm ronald reagan and she's mikael gorbachev. tear that wall down!

3. crinkling noises. my parents LOVE to crinkle crap in my ears when i'm sleeping. they think they are being sneaky when i'm asleep, but i hear it. i can be in my bed, dreaming about breastmilk and smashing russian nesting dolls, and then i'm startled by my dad eating a bag of funyons or whatever the heck he's doing. i don't care what he's eating, but it sounds like he got in a wrestling match with a plastic bag the size of a football field. i hate crinkling noises!

next time maybe i'll have something more upbeat to share, but for now - stay out of my way or you might make this list!

george e. pulsipher

the mark of a professional

Last week Ashley was approached by Aaron the Handyman. As Ashley returned from some errands, Aaron the handyman had the perception, nerve, or naivete to ask if Ashley needed anything done around the house, "wanted to go out," or "wanted a boyfriend."

Quite the sales pitch Aaron! If at first you don't succeed at marketing your vocational skills, why not up the ante and hit her between the eyes with a romantic proposition.

There are several things I'd like to analyze here:

1. The card
Aaron - lets be realistic. Who'd trust a professional with such shoddy attention to detail. Your business card was made on a 3x5 card, hand written. For pete's sake, you might as well walk around with a sandwich board, you'd probably get as many return calls.


2. The Offer
A boyfriend, a date? Whoah??? Slow down Romeo. Who launches in on their first sentence with an offer to be a boyfriend? What exactly about Ashley communicated that she was on the prowl? I know the women you normally "pick up" probably go ga-ga for your minimalist approach, but lets be real.

3. The Offer, pt. 2
Who needs a handy man 24/7? Plumber - maybe odd hours. Doctor - definitely. Handyman - "Aaron - get over here immediately, yes I know it's 3 in the morning on a Sunday, but I've GOT to have my track lighting installed!"

4. The Victim Target
Aaron - did you really think Ashley was in your league. You were listening to House of Pain in your car stereo. Earth to Aaron, the last time that song was cool you were wearing hoodless sweatshirts and reebok pumps. Oh, you still wear those? Uhh... nevermind.

Aaron, we all make mistakes. One of your mistakes was giving your card to my wife. Now I get to publish your phone number online (free advertising!) and encourage friends and strangers alike to call you with fake offers of employment - at odd and irrationally inconvenient times of day.

See ya around sport!