New Clothes

Alasdair is now big enough to fit into some of the cool clothes various nice people sent. First up there's this cracker from Stephen and Louisa:

Mine too buddy, mine too.

Then there's this fantastic exercise in territory claiming by Innes and Susie, as exhibited at Kelly's first birthday party today:

Yep, that's a full Scotland strip. Nice. Let's see that in close up:

Mummy claims she doesn't mind, but she's also telling me she's buying an England rugby shirt when she's at home in November...let the arms race begin. Speaking of Mummy, apart from the fly away hair, she's happy enough with this pic to let me post it:

Alasdair's First Photo Shoot

We needed some pictures of Alasdair on a white background for his U.S. and U.K. passports. Nikki got it done yesterday. Alasdair is stuck with this picture for 5 years! Should be interesting getting him through immigration in 2013. Here are the ones we had to choose from.



Here's a link to view them bigger and, should you need a full size version of any for printing and sticking on fridges, let us know.

Rough life

His Lordship found the weekend accommodations spacious enough for his needs:

The swimming pool area was very relaxing:

Though attracting a passing waiter was not always easy:

The crib, however, proved very comfortable:

Ahhhhhhhh

Sod It!

Still no flipping power. I really shouldn't have got my hopes up. We've had enough, and, rather than sit around and get more and more wound up about it we've booked a suite at The Woodlands Resort for the weekend. The power may well come back on tomorrow, but we won't care, because we'll be pushing Alasdair around some of the 145 miles of hiking trails, or enjoying the Forest Oasis Waterscape, whatever that is. All I know is they have poolside bar service for me and Alasdair and Nikki's booked in for a well deserved pedicure. With any luck the power will be back when we return on Sunday afternoon, but, if it's not, at least one third of us will have wonderfully sculpted toes to kick Centerpoint's arses with.

Random Pics

Someone's happy to be 7 weeks old today:

One good thing about Hurricanes: You get the swings to yourself. Morven and Andy's son Sean is on the right.

Another good thing about Hurricanes:
You discover that Alasdair's Baba Bing changing mat may just be his favourite place to lie down in the whole world.

One of the many, many terrible things about Hurricanes:
Traffic lights are out all over so the traffic is horrendous. These big tree trimming trucks were heading towards my neighbourhood but, sadly, drove on past.

We are still without power, but the street 3 roads to the south of us now has power, so I am hopeful about getting it sometime today.

11 Days

Eleven! 11 fricking days since our power went off last Friday. I reserve the right to include Friday as one of those days and you really don't want to start a semantic argument with me right now. 34% of Centerpoint's customers are still without power and the three of us are part of that 767,000. No one has power in our area, so hopefully they'll turn up one day and blitz the whole thing.

Meanwhile, Tropical Storm Kyle may form South of Puerto Rico in the next day or so. SciGuy says it's going North, which is usually good enough for me, but right now I'm feeling a little twitchy, so I'm keeping a close eye on it.

There's a sustained wind graph on that page that makes interesting reading. Nikki and I live at 29.66, -95.45, which puts us in or around the orange blob to the left of the eye's track. That may explain the 11 flipping days.

More Ike Pictures

I've got some more pictures uploaded. Click through to the album for larger versions.



Nikki, Alasdair and I are still without power and staying with Morven and Andy. Our house is in Zip code 77035, which, on this link, is slated to be restored sometime after Monday. Mustafa and Salimah have their power back despite also being on the Monday list, so there's hope. We're in the same boat as half the rest of the city, so there's nothing we can do except be patient. CenterPoint are doing an astonishing job, having restored power to over 800,000 people in the last 7 days, only 1.2 million more to go.

Before and After

Up and down our street from the bottom of the driveway. It's hard to pick up the details on some of these pics, since I've resized them.

September 12, 2008. 1:32pm:
September 13, 2008. 10:49am: The little tree on our front lawn leans precariously. Two doors down, the entire front yard is now tree and across the road from them the top of a pine tree leans on a house.
September 12, 2008. 1:32pm
September 13, 2008. 10:49am: Trees stripped bare and the ground is covered in leaves. The street drains towards Cliffwood this way, so everyone got out early and cleared their gutters. At the top of the street the people in the corner houses lifted the drain covers off and removed tonnes of leaves in order to let the street drain.

Some Pics

I've just dumped the pics off my phone. These first 3 were taken at about 7:30am on Saturday while the storm was dying down. I was still a bit nervous about standing in front of a big pane of glass looking out at the backyard, so this one was taken from near the indestructible safety of the ugly sofa: No bananas for us this year. The oleanders hiding the pool equipment got destroyed too and I've no idea where the tree hanging over the fence came from, but a huge branch was standing up out of the recycle bin at the back:
The guttering I spent a hot day putting up stood up pretty well, except for the bendy connector from here to the downspout, which was lying on the ground and is now back in place:
Finally, some photographic evidence that the little man was unperturbed by the whole thing. Sound asleep in Morven and Andy's spare room last night:
There are loads more pics on the other camera, I'll dump them later. For now I have to go repay my generous hosts by beating up their 5 year old son.