Suspicious Sunglasses

DHV smelled a bit like gunpowder when he got home from his trip up north. Maybe he found a little something else besides food when he was rummaging through Grandpa Lee's beard . . . or maybe it was those empty casings from DKVs trip to the firing range.
In any case, we're happy Grandpa Lee isn't living in some shack in Montana like this other bearded gentleman - that'd be quite the drive.
Although, if you fiddle with photoshop enough they do start to look like the same guy. You can almost make out the Anarchist's Cookbook in thebackground.

Dana may have the newest edition of the scary shades . . .

but they've made an appearance before:


Coincidence? I hope so, otherwise MAV will have to advise us about marrying into the criminal element.

Hanging out with Grandpa

Mommy took DHV to Strong Island to keep Grandpa Lee company while Grandma Stef traipsed around Europe with Aunt Molly. But first there was a stop in New Jersey for a quick playdate. Here the babies are lined up next to the Hudson River. Unfortunately you can't see DHV's face because that bar is in the way; safety first!

There was also some swinging at the playdate. Ladies always like a bare belly and a diaper.

Cousin Kaiya fed DHV his entire dinner. Uncle Dana carefully observed through his freshly procured shades. Wearing sunglasses indoors is typically associated with latent psychiatric disease; Uncle Dana had no comment on this subject.

Then Uncle Dana held him for the first time. Mommy took this picture right before DHV burst into tears... we think it might be those big scary sunglasses.

He was a little more comfortable with Cousin Kaiya, who is much friendlier looking.

Here's DHV experiencing grass (not the Uncle Trespasser kind) for the very first time. At this moment, however, he was more interested in what Suki (the black lab) was doing at the other side of the yard.

DHV and mommy took a ride up to New Haven to show Grandpa Lee the new house, stopping to eat at Claire's and snap this obligatory photo outside a Trumbull-like structure. Bonus points to anyone who can figure out which college this actually is.

Back at the house, DHV actually paid attention to the funny green stuff this time.

Here he is having a ball with Grandpa Lee. Although we don't have documentation of it, DHV really liked getting his hands on that hairy beard.

And finally, on the way home DHV got to spend some quality time with Grandparent Lindy in Manhattan. Here he is showing her how to properly chew on one's stroller straps.

Meanwhile, back in Philly, the people keep getting shot. Some idiot carjacked someone in University City, then managed to get himself shot in a HUP parking lot (see link). HusbandKV badgered Crawford Mechem to take him to the range to shot up some paper silhouettes. This orange one got a few warning shots past the ears.

We're not sure what all the Ks and D's stand for on this one, but that red circle in the middle is pretty obvious.

April means Springtime

Spring is here, and so is baseball season. HusbandKV was tasked with dressing the little guy and outfitted him in this three piece Oakland A's outfit, courtesy of Anu Narla. Those colors may be butt-ugly, but DHV makes them look good.

Here's us pre-DHV with Dr. Narla at an A's game. Note that Anu is hiding those colors under a neutral grey sweatshirt.
Needless to say, the next weekend we made an visit to Babies R Us in Cherry Hill to purchase some proper Phillies attire. Then grandparents V treated us to Sagami. Here Grandma V gets into the squash shoveling; she was riding high on endless salutations from the Sagami staff. Intermixed with lots of Japanese we overheard some "lucky" comments. At this very moment Uncle Arthur was probably in Central Booking.

Another day, another outfit; HusbandKV put together this khakis and polo ensemble, which fashion insiders know as the "baby fratboy" look.

Here are the boys of the house fighting over the remote.

DKV: Now you're clickin' like a man.
DHV: Why's mommy recording this E! News garbage? It won't let us watch any proper TV!
DKV: Don't worry, son, we DVR Pardon The Interruption for desperate moments like this!

In any other context, this would be scary. In a baby's blog, it's just another cute picture of DHV looking crazy and baring his teeth.

SHV: We may not be in Brooklyn, but you make this look good.
DHV: Just don't let Daddy put that A's uniform on me again...

Let's get up to speed!

Now that it's been shown that any common criminal can maintain a blog, I feel like BlogDHV should get the attention it deserves.

Here's the story so far. First, WifeHV got very pregnant.

Then one of our obstetrical colleagues consented WifeHV for vaginal delivery, caeserean section, transfusion, blah blabby blah.

Eventually the baby came out and WifeHV was relieved. On publishing day, WifeHV freaked out and refused to have documentation of this relief published on the internets. On the other hand, DHV was not happy about the change in housing. He peed on a nurse.

But then he got lots of kisses on his head and calmed down.

DHV's First Week

Aunt Molly and Grandma Stef stopped by. Aunt Molly flew all the way from Nashville and thus began her tradition of spoiling him rotten.
Grandpa Lee looked like he never saw a baby before.

Grandma V and Aunt MAV stopped by with food. MAV was incubating cousin Elsie at the time.

DHV faked us out with lots of sleeping, the perfect angelic baby.

Friends Courtney and Eric stopped by. Eric helped me eat an enormous fruit bouquet. Our med school friend Anu was shocked that we let Eric handle the baby.

Grandparent Lindy helped us out with food and baby holding.

DHV made a funny face and didn't do it again for months.

Eagles Gameday! Everybody got in their gear, and DHV slept the whole time.

DHV was still in his fake-out angel phase.

After his first bath DHV was none-too-happy.


But he settled down enough to pose for a trophy shot in Great-Uncle Joe and Aunt Alice's chair.
Matt and Stacey came down on a weekend. Since Stacey Jo has a job, she can't just up and visit like some other people. There was a loud "tick tick" the whole time they were here.

He may practice diaper changes, but his dad is the one siring more offspring!

Finally DHV learned how to cry. Thus began one to two months of insanity.

At least DHV would quiet down in the bjorn. Here we are in the Wissahickon.

The Neonatal Visiting Period

Eventually HusbandKV was allowed to hold the newborn.

Soon after Yalies flooded in. Here's Matt pretending that it's ok that he has two sisters young enough to be his own daughter when he doesn't have any himself. Some people think he might be an ok dad, but we may never find out.
The Camer looks a bit nunplussed. He didn't drop DHV or anything. Trust us, Nick, DHV could smell the fear.

Keystone tried to remember her pediatrics but decided it was better just to furnish fluffy gifts.
Then grandparents DRV and MKV showed up. There was some sparring over who was monopolizing the baby time.
Then everyone went to sleep. Notice the helpful sign reminding us what we had. Note to self: next time, steal the HUP onesie with built-in mittens.