Long time no post...

Yeah, we're a bit behind the times. A lot of stuff has happened since our last post. Brittiny is a doctor. I'm a lawyer. Brooklyn is a cutie-pants. And now, here are some pics...

Here's a great pic of Popadopalous and Brookers. I don't know what they see over there, but man, it must be good!

Here's Uncle Doug enjoying some time with Elizabeth. As I sorted through my pics from Kellie's wedding I realized two things pretty quickly: one, for being able to walk pretty well Bits sure spends a lot of time being toted around. And two, Uncle Doug is a class-A baby-hog.

Here are Sosie and Hannah. I don't know what they're doing, but it appears to be feminist.

Here's the beautiful bride + a beautiful baby. Kellie, you were a beautiful bride...

Here's me planting a kiss on miss Kellie. I guess she's Mrs. Redman now, actually...

"What you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your diaper?"...

Yeah, nothing like a little Black Eyed Peas to get y'all going... now on to the East Coast Epperson updates:

• Brittiny and li'l Brookers are flying out to Utah for 2 weeks beginning the first of May. Brittiny is excited to see the fams, nephews, neice and take a few hikes outdoors. Dad is excited b/c he'll be able to avoid 3 hrs on the road each day as he stays in a friend's Apartment in Stamford, about 500 yards from the office.
• Dad, Mom and Brooklyn will fly out to Utah again for one week to see Miss Kellie tie the knot with Sir Joseph. And the question on everyone's mind: will Kellie wear a shanga (see the white clogging slip kellie wore with every outfit for two years in the mid-'80's) underneath her wedding dress?
• Brooklyn is now fluent in both zrrbert and gibberish. If you don't know what zrrbert sounds like, the language is a close cousin of the sound horses make when they fart.
• Brittiny starts her internship year June 12th. She's excited. She wants a better grasp on medicine. She's pumped for gradumacation.

Okay, so that's pretty much all for an update.... now the pics o'Brooklyn (How much o'Keefe is in this movie anyway...?)

Here's a picture of Brooklyn wrapped in a blanky. What (we think) makes this pic so funny is that she wouldn't look @ the camera b/c Baby Einstein was playing.

Screaming Henry is getting so cute and big. Here he and Brooklyn are enjoying a date in the living room.

Mom and Brookers enjoyed a beautiful afternoon in Central Park. Here you can see them on the Great Lawn. What's so great about it? Scott's Turfbuilder, that's what...

Brooklyn is a great multi-tasker already. She can laugh in your face while filling her diaper. In fact, I think that's why she's laughing to begin with.

Eensy weensy spider...

New pics of our favorite little girl (no, not Raven Simone):

By far, the two best looking women on the planet (though one of them has binky-rash)...

Brooklyn likes to play football w/Daddy

"Hi guys... like my pigtails?"

My favority thing to do is dress brooklyn in her pink jogging suit and walk aimlessly around the mall or Target.

Now I'm Prune Tracy...

Well, not a whole heckuva lot to report from Connecticut. Life chugs along whether we really pay attention or not. Brittiny is nearing the end of her research project. She has been extracting DNA/RNA from a human placental cell line and studying the effects of cigarette mutagens on a particular jean (Jordache, I think) involved in fetal development and growth.

The real news is that the Backstreet Boys are back together. I saw them perform at halftime of the Probowl in Hawaii. Man, they've never looked like bigger tools. I can't believe my sister Kellie used to be crushing on Nick Carter.

Okay, okay... so that's all faux-news. The real news -as relayed by the new pics above - is thatBrooklyn is now eating a lot of normal food. When I say "normal", I mean normal in the sense that her peas are unrecognizable as such and her jar of turkey looks like humus and smells like a fart. Oh, and when I say that our Brookers is "eating" this normal food, I use that term in the loosest sense as well. Brooklyn usually ends up wearing about 1/3 of what we slip into her agape mouth, as her excessive drool tends to act like a lubricant on her tongue -- imagine vaseline on a Crocodile Mile (c'mon, you guys remember what a Crocodile mile is?!) -- making food retention difficult. Still, she manages to actually eat some of the solids. Oh, that's another thing, these foods can't be called "solids". Let's just say the wise man did NOT build his house upon Gerber's strained squash and carrots.

Anyway, Brooklyn has newfound energy due to her dietary evolution. This has led her to become more vocal. She's also growing stronger and bigger by the day, though not as strong as our Neighbor, Screaming Henry. He could probably be described as a miniature Incredible Hulk, which I guess makes him just a normal hulk, or whatever... Tauna (Henry's mom) actually brought him over to deliver Brooklyn's Valentine's Day gift this last week. Henry brought a cute little outfit that Brookers will love. The card he wrote had something about "16 years from now, when your dad lets you date, look me up." Dad doesn't want to think about the day when the rest of the male population finds Brooklyn beautiful, too...

Brooklyn Loves Golf....

So the biggest news that we have is that Brooklyn is a huge fan of the PGA Tour. This does Daddy, Grandpa and Aaron very proud. She's watching Tiger in a playoff with Joe Mary Olazabal. Right now Tiger is bellying up for a chance at a 4th Buick Championship. Oh! He yanked it left! Well, he's human.

Actually, we have some bigger news. This last week we introduced Brooklyn to rice cereal:

Brooklyn: Well, hello rice cereal. How are you today?

Rice Cereal: Oh, I'm just fine, Brookers. Are you ready to mix me with formula and eat up?

Brooklyn: Well, actually I'm considering just pushing you around with my tongue, then maybe sticking the rest of you up my nose. You down with that, Rice Cereal?

Since Brooklyn has begun eating solids her diaper bombs have gone from backyard sparkler to Bikini Atoll. Seriously, she didn't blast for a whole day then unloaded about 4 quarts into a 1/2 quart capacity diaper. When we shimmied her out of her first layer of clothes it was like pulling apart a bologna mustard sandwich. We had to throw her clothes inthe incinerator. Oh, and thanks for the warning on this one, Mom and Dad. Really, bang up job preparing the troops for battle. ;)

I'm posting some new pics of Brooklyn below. Enjoy...

Brooklyn's Nursery...

Brooklyn's Nursery... Shelf: Ikea. Picture Frames: Ikea. Crib: by Buffy, from Utah.

Brooklyn introduced to solid foods... I mean, my hoodie drawstrings.

This is Tauna and Screaming Henry. He's not much of a screamer anymore, and is a very charming baby. He kinda likes Brooklyn and allows her to play big monkey, little monkey w/his eyebrows.