Gus early on showed an enthusiastic love for music - all kinds of music. Polka, hip-hop, bad elevator mush, rap, Pop, folk, you name it, it makes him move and groove. Here is a short video we shot this morning as Gus fired up his latest love: Queen, enjoyed at the highest possible decible level...

Gus' four biggest fans

Gus had a wonderful, plentiful, fun and much adored Christmas with all four of his grandparents visiting. When it came to be picture-time he was almost out of smiles...

Why put anything in it?

As the old adage goes...wrapping paper is just as much fun as what's wrapped in it...if not more...

Case in point....and no, we didn't wrap Gus in it ....

You can shred it, wave it, crinkle it, run around with it...

The fun is endless....

Christmas Eve

Some of my favorite moments of a blessed and fun evening...

Tree's company

How to choose, so many trees...

Oh I see it, right there

Yes, that's the ONE!

And off we go to take it home and let the womenfolk decorate it...

Oh what fun it is...

Look who's here to share a ride in a one-horse open sleigh...

Grosi & Grossbape got here Tuesday and we've been on the move ever since....yesterday evening we stopped by our bank's annual Christmas party where Santa graceously let us try out his ride...
This could be our Christmas card if I ever were to send Christmas cards...
Gus and Santa got along just fine...Gus was interested in the Hermine trimmings on Santa's outfit and his beard...other than that he just chilled on his lap...

Lots of girls (and some boys)

Today Gus and I, joined our newly-engaged cousin Say-say, and became running buddies at the annual Girls on The Run 5K in Asheville. Under brilliant skies, we ran, walked, and talked without so much as a comma with Brooklyn (pictured on the right) and her friend Abby (on the left)...Girls on the Run encourages girls to engage in physical activity through the mentorship and guidance of positive role models and I like everything about this charity....especially the hope to pass on the fun and sense of achievement that running has always given me.

Brooklyn was a good sport and valiantly fought her way up the many uphills...on a particularly knarly stretch she suddenly turned to me and said between labored breaths..."I'm hungry and my feet hurt" I had to laugh out loud and then told her with a as much assurance as I could muster that that's quite normal "I have felt that way many of mornings on long runs"...she gave me a look of mild disgust and inquired how much longer we had to go...for the 20th time or so...

Gus' favorite thing was the balloon...he got to keep them...