crazy legs: the blog

Friday, July 29, 2005

You are what you eat

When we started this blog last June - a happy belated 1st birthday to CL:TB! - the question we were asked most often was "Why 'Crazy Legs'?" Now of course, that question has been bypassed several times over by "When are you going to update the blog?", but I digress.

At the time, I wrote an entry about "Crazy Legs" Hirsch, a football legend from the post-WWII era.

What is that, marinara sauce?

However, I have recently been made aware of another claim to the moniker: "Crazy Legs" Conti, a New York window washer, nude model and professional competitive eater. In fact he is the star of the motion picture Zen and the Art of Competitive Eating, and according to the IFOCE (International Federation of Competitive Eating), he is currently ranked #15 in the world.

Don't tell me you're not impressed.

[Note: Be sure to catch him all this weekend during the ESPN broadcast of the Alka Seltzer US Open of Competitive Eating (check local listings). In case you didn't know, eating WILL BE the new poker. Within months, college students and housewives everywhere will be competing in weekly hot dog, oyster or mayonnaise eating contests. Make sure you give me proper credit when the trend hits your town.]

While there is lots of room for other Crazy Legs in the world, I just don't want there to be any confusion when it comes to this blog. Therefore, allow me to state for the record:

A. Crazy Legs Conti, professional eater

B. Crazy Legs Hirsch, former professional football player

Lunch with a view
C. Crazy Legs Colin, philosopher, infant, all-around great guy
(pictured w/ Mommy)

The subject of this blog appears in picture C.

Hope that clears everything up.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Yeah, so it's been a while since we what? We have a 9-1/2 month old baby and are working full time - what have you been doing?

It was really annoying when people would tell us after each of Colin's milestones (smiling, turning over, etc) that we should "just wait until he starts crawling and walking". I guess I am still irritated by other parents trying to frighten me with stuff further down the road, but boy, were they right - and it pains me to say that. That boy is into EVERYTHING. The poor cat doesn't get a moment's peace these days. It's quite an elaborate dance between those two - Colin advances and squeals. Frankie retreats. Colin plops down on his butt and then lunges in Frankie's direction. Frankie trots and hides behind me. It can last for literally minutes. Fascinating.

In other news.....

**Colin moved over to his new daycare provider on Monday. Our last provider, Lisa, is moving at the end of this month...*sniff*...we'll miss her!

**We spent last weekend at Grandma and Grandpa McB's where Patrick and I were largely ignored. Colin played in his new pool in the backyard. Now, I'm not sure how many kids have 2 pools, but my instinct tells me that there's something wrong about that.


**Colin gets to go to his second ex-utero baseball game this weekend. It's the annual RSNA picnic with the Kane County Cougars. They're playing Quad Cities Cobras or something. Good thing it isn't the Ft. Wayne Wizards...they all stoopid in Ft. Wayne...don't you read Men's Health?

I'll make sure that Patrick puts up one of his more entertaining and better written posts soon. Although Colin could be talking by that time....and we've been warned about that.....

Friday, July 08, 2005

Mobile Unit

MILESTONE (7/3/05, 5:15 pm): Colin started crawling instead of just scooting around on his butt.

Chills and delight - all at the same time.

Besides wrapping everything in the house in ouch-proof foam rubber - Frankie's NOT happy - I've also batched together a new Flickr photoset for May and June of this year. I love looking back at the old photos too, just to see how far he's come. I also changed the Flickr badge on the side of the page. It's funk-ay.

Colin had his 9 month appointment this week. He's 23 and 1/2 lbs - a big kid to say the least. He's actually in the 95th percentile in weight of kids his age. However, he's also in the 90th percentile in height as well, which means he's proportional and not just an overweight kid. However, I'm starting to realize why my back hurts ALWAYS.

He's rounding the bend on his way to the big 1st birthday celebration, and we're looking for suggestions on what to do for the bash. Pony rides? Trip down the rapids? Night at the ballet? Austin City Limits Festival?

Your thoughts? I know there are lurkers out there, come out and be heard!

Friday, July 01, 2005

Nine months!


Well, as of this writing, he's not technically 9 months, but our 4th of July should prove to be pretty busy, and he certainly isn't getting any younger.

He's days away from taking his first, uh, crawl. Even now, he barely stays in one place long enough for Heidi and I to take a breath. He scoots on his butt, and lunges forward to grab at toys/hair/the cat/whatever he sees. Then he'll flop forward onto his tummy/face/head, hopefully avoiding injury in the process. Last but not least he'll roll around until he tucks his legs under his body and pushes himself up to a sitting position. And then the process begins all over again.

Unless of course it's 2 AM. Which is when Colin decides to wake up and perform his new trick of sitting up, but then can't figure out how to put himself back down to sleep. So instead he puts out an APB, or rather, begins sobbing until one of us stumble in to find him, sitting rather alertly and upset in the dark.

Also, he's getting ever-so-close to putting together sounds into words. He still hasn't said the magic "da-da" or "ma-ma" that will prove to the world whom he loves more. But instead Heidi swears he's managed to warble out both the words "Iowa" and "Aruba". Gotta keep that kid away from the atlas.

Anyway, happy Fourth to everyone! Stay safe! Celebrate your country's freedom by blowing up a small part of it.