If I was trying to put this up on Reece’s 6 month birthday I only missed it by about 2 1/2 years… Anyway, some pictures!
Averie Jean Aldrich
She was born at 8:19 weighing in at 9lbs 12.3oz and measuring 23 1/4″ (although there are some conflicting numbers between the hospital and the first doctor visit).
Her first name is something we’ve liked for a long time (although spelled a bit different than originally) but her middle name comes from Rachel’s mother’s middle name.
Some pics from her first few days of life:
Delilah 0-6 Months
Friday was Delilah’s 6 month birthday. Man oh Man. The past 6 months have been a blur. Delilah’s had lots of milestones, smiles, babbling, standing, grabbing, sitting & just recently, rolling over. Looking back through these pictures made me smile so many times…
NOTE: If you cannot see the slideshow above please view the original post.
The next 6 months will be just as exciting with even more milestones, but will probably fly by even faster.
Hope we can keep up.
The Roof is on!
We’re getting close.
Dad, My good friend Anthony and I spent 3 days up at camp last week, getting the roof in tip top shape. My Uncle Jerry stopped by on Monday and helped all day while we finished placing the end cap and prepping the roof for shingles.
The three of us then shingled the entire roof in a day and a half. Up to the ridge cap anyway, at which point we had to head home. Not too shabby. Next trip up the plan is the ridge cap and the remaining OSB wallboard. At that point we’ll be ready to place the Tyvek wrap, windows and doors. We might even get to some of that, depending on how long we’re up there for.
It’ll be nice to get ‘er sealed up.
Thanks to Anthony and Jerry. We wouldn’t be anywhere near as far along without all the help. You guys rock!
Falling Brook – Moving In
Wow! Last weekend was an insanely hectic few days.� Not only was our daughter Delilah born but we also moved into a new house.� We’re finally settling back into normalcy, well… as normal as it can be with a 1week old baby and a new house.
Even though we had to move the closing date due to little miss Lilah’s early arrival we were fortunate enough to get the sellers to agree to an early possession.� 7am last Saturday I left Rachel and her mother at the hospital so I could get the move underway and so we could be all set by discharge time (which I convinced the nurses to do LATE in the day).
I did the final walk-through at 8am, picked up the 26′ U-Haul truck at 9 (no I’ve never driven something that big before) and we had the move under way by 10am.� At the new house a little after noon with the truck and my father’s snowmobile trailer fully loaded.� Completely unloaded by 1:30pm.� Not too shabby.
Couldn’t have possibly done it without all the help.� Thanks George, Dale, Brian, Ryan, Mike,Cory, Bill, Chris, Eric.
During the whole process I made the following time-lapse.� There are big gaps because well… I was busy.
Saranac Ice Palace
The 2010 Saranac Lake Winter Carnival is about to kick off and I was planning on stopping by. My parents visited the Ice Castle last year and I never got the chance so it was on the list for this year. You can see a Time Lapse of the build from last year below:
They started building the one for this year this past week and you can watch the progress on the Webcam below (updated every few seconds):
With all the rain and the warm temperatures… It doesn’t look good for the palace, but here’s hoping it only slowed the process and didn’t kill it.
Hope I get to see it this year.
There’s three ways into Horseshoe Lake but I can only recommend one of them in good conscience. Riding the railroad tracks is no fun. Not unless they’re groomed. The first few miles from Conifer to Horseshoe were groomed and beautiful. 55mph was nothing. Then the groomer turned around and holy cow, forget it! We toughed it out but I almost wished we’d turned around right there. Washboard the whole way.
If you want to go to Horseshoe I recommend taking 7A right to the front door.
On our way back up 7A (the way we should have come in) we met Wes and Donald. Kinda funny meeting someone you know miles and miles in the middle of nowhere. We stopped and said hello for a few minutes and then went our separate ways. Back to Diamond by way of
Not sure what I think about possibly taking the railroad to Tupper Lake to get us to Lake Placid for that trip… we’ll see. might have to wait for a day with some fresh snow and hope for a groomer.
A good day of riding, around 100 miles. Horseshoe is a pretty little lake, but I’d stay off the railroads to get there if I were you.
Miles on the sled this season: 198
The Backwoods Inn
Dad and I got up late today, had a nice ham and egg breakfast and then headed out on the trails with no specific destination in mind.
As is often the case in our neck of the Adirondacks, we ended up only a few miles from The Backwoods Inn (previously known as Ham’s Inn) around lunchtime.
It’s an awesome little local bar/restaurant. The top of the bar has pictures of the locals embedded in a clear coat of some kind. There’s a Newfoundland that likes to wander around inside and out and greets every snowmobiler that comes through the door.
The menu is just typical American food: subs, wings, burgers etc but the food is excellent and their portions are insanely huge. They have a multiple-pound-burger that’s free if you eat it all. Even their normal sized burger is too big for most people. Dad had a regular burger and could only finish half of it. I had a grilled ham and cheese and couldn’t even come close to finishing the fries.
Its located on route 56 in Parishville right near the route 3 intersection. Filled with local flair and great food. If you’re looking for it from the snowmobile trails it’s on 73 on the eastern most section of 7A right along route 56.
Eat there if you get the chance!
When a Hunter Should Sue
Most lawsuits I hear about are completely ridiculous and the people are out to get nothing more than a quick paycheck. That being said…
I think my Father should sue.
One day, about 3 years ago, he started seeing a tiny spot in his right eye if he looked in one specific direction while turning his head in one specific way. The next day it got a little bigger so he immediately went to the eye doctor who didn’t know what was happening. The eye doctor sent him to a specialist. However; the specialist couldn’t see him for about a week.
By the time my father got to see the specialist, the vision in his right eye was almost entirely foggy and blurry. He could barely see out if his right eye. The first thing the specialist says? “The eye doctor should have sent you to the Emergency room immediately.”
Something in the back of his eye started bleeding and the gray foggy spot was the blood spreading over his retina. If he had been sent to the emergency room instead of waiting for a specialist they could have cauterized the bleeding and he would still have his vision. It was too late to do anything and unfortunately he is now blind in his right eye.
I didn’t really think much about it until this year.
He’s been hunting for 50+ years with his right hand and eye. When he first lost his vision he spent a lot of time trying to learn to shoot with his left. He even bought a new single shot rifle just to practice with.
This year my father shot at a few deer but he didn’t get one. He took a lot of crap for it too. My father, the expert marksman, who had officers placed bets on his accuracy while he was in basic training, has gone from getting 5 deer a year to 0.
Before you say it’s because he’s getting old… Bullshit. He gets around and travels the woods more than most guys in their teens and twenties, myself included. He shot at more deer than anyone else I know this year too. He still has issues pulling up on his left is all. I could go into details but that’s not really the point.
The point is, some screwy eye Doctor doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing and could likely cause someone else to lose their vision too. A few things just made me realize it’s affected my father more than I originally realized and more than he lets on.
My Father should Sue.
In the meantime, if you see a gray fuzzy spot in your vision, go to the emergency room not the eye doctor!
A few weeks ago I took my Father to lunch at Donnelly’s. We had some great food and beer and shared a few laughs. When we got back out to the parking lot we discovered that someone had hit Rachel’s car and had done a decent amount of damage. Nothing left for us to identify the perpetrator but the scrapes and dents.
A phone call to the police later and we had information on a good lead. Apparently the parking lot for Donnelly’s is monitored by a fancy new $25k security system at Fairport Electric. Sweet. Only problem is nobody working that day had access to the system (or more likely knew how to work it). Good thing is it’s all digital and its kept for an undetermined amount of time. The police officer takes our information and tells us he’ll call when he gets a copy of the video.
A few days ago we got the phone call. Wouldn’t you know it, that fancy new $25k security system? Well the one video camera trained on the parking lot was broken that day. Fantastic. (Edit: more than likely, the perp? a cop or other municipal worker and the camera was fine)
I just wish people took some responsibility for their actions.