Like we were saying...

Since there is no sense in a wordy come-back, we'll pick up where we left off.

Our computer monitor stopped working; remember the sizzle-crackle sound (if yo don't know the story and want to, see Tech-No-logy below). I took it apart to take a look at it. And I did take a look at it. It was something like when your friend's car won't start, and he opens the hood and you both just stand there looking, hands on hips, wondering what all those wires and hoses do. And you look here and you look there, hoping that your feeling of inadequacy does not show on the outside as much as you feel it on the inside.

So with the monitor casing off (read: car hood up), I looked here and I looked there. Positively, I gained a greater appreciation for whomever it was that designed this thing (though that quickly faded when I remembered that it wasn't working). Negatively (and as I fully expected), the problem was not obvious. Solution: give it to Goodwill. There's something sinister about calling the donation of an unusable computer monitor whose demise included the threat of electrical fire "goodwill." But we didn't pick the name...we just dropped it off.

All three of you who read this are now wondering, "Is this guy so good at typing (not to mention web-navigation) that for him the use of a monitor is superfluous? How is he 'blogging' without a monitor?" Answer to first question: Yes. Answer to second question: He's not. My esteemed crime scene investigating brother donated a (working) monitor to the Blog-cause, and we are back up and running.

Enough of hearing from me. Why don't you do what you really came to do? Here are some pictures of Emma. Enjoy...we know you will.

Emma's silly face. 

Emma with Grandpa and Grandma Welling, Uncle Glenn, and Great Grandmother Richards. 

Papa, Gramsy, and Emma 

Emma and Aunt Janee...happy! 

Emma discovers Aunt Janee's chin. 

Emma and Uncle Jason playing. 

Emma, happy to be with Uncle Jason. 

Emma and Daddy...concerned.