See your college Logo on the internet! Just mail a t-shirt suitable for a nine month old to:

Aeneas Mateo Wood
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(----------MD, 21218)*


*On second thought, better to not post our address on the internet. Thomas, can I borrow your tin-foil hat?

When Aeneas is done playing in his mobile-gym, Cayenne is happy to take his place.

The last couple weeks Aeneas has taken a hard right turn into the land land of High Needs Baby. But occasionally he does chill out long enough to enjoy some hanging-out time.

Chilling out with Papa after Duane's funeral.

Dad, Emily, Wade, Colleen, Mark, Me & Mom.
(Mark is on his tip-toes)

Aeneas with his
Nebraska Grandparents.

DUANE LEE HUBBARD, 1936-2007
REST IN PEACE

My Father, Aeneas's biological Paternal Grandfather, Duane Hubbard, passed away on Thursday morning, February 15th, 2007. We attended his funeral in Hebron, Nebraska this past Monday. It was a nice ceremony. The kind he would have wanted.

My most powerfully emotions of sadness came out while listening to his obituary, seeing the brotherly Masonic Ceremony and hearing the Gun Shot Salute performed in honor of his service as a Marine during the violent Korean War. I suppose part of this sadness came from the fact that I learned things about him during this ceremony, things he and I never spoke of - the stories and wisdom that naturally come from the experiences of his life and his generation. But by the time I was old enough to understand, he was no longer able to, or perhaps wanted to, describe.

I think that the last few years of Duane's life were especially hard on him. He was troubled both by dark thoughts and by the physical pain he suffered. For this reason it would not be fair for me to want him back. I only wish he had been given the opportunity to meet his Grandson, Aeneas. I know Aeneas would have given him the opportunity to smile one more time.

Rest in Peace, Father. Your troubles are over.

Zonked out. This is hard work!

Grandma brought Aeneas my old sled for Christmas, but it wasn't until Valentine's Day that we were able to use it. And Thank You El Nino! Nobody told me how much work it was to push a baby in a sled! Whew! It's hard work. It's like pushing a wheel-barrow full of concrete, except you never get to dump the concrete...

Here's a new picture for nana to get her baby fix on.

Our basement is kind of tore up. I've got lumber & tools spread all about, so sometimes when Cayenne comes downstairs he tries to crawl into our camping chairs. Once in awhile he even manages to get in.

The Butchers of Hopkins Hill.
Hannah, Darth Vader, Julia & Alejandro.

Mama's little man

February 3, 2007 was Aeneas' 100 Days Birthday. In his honor, we had a wonderful celebration involving 20 of his closest friends. Notably, his Auntie Rachel was visiting to help him celebrate his special day. We thought that we were borrowing from a Korean tradition of celebrating his first 100 days of life with a party where he is presented with several items and the one he chooses to grab foretells his career. As it turns out, this is actually an activity done at the 1 year birthday in Korean culture. That's good because I was a little worried that my baby was either very uncoordinated or that the Korean babies have a major advantage. Nonetheless, when presented with several items he went for the stethoscope.