Katie's First Christmas!!!

Boy o boy are you ever gonna have fun with her. What a cutie!!!! What method are you going to use to keep the boys away from her?? Knife or shotgun??:D :D
aahhh the joys of giving life.thanks for sharing your delights.o jerry do you make her drink from a shot glass!!!
Look Daddy. . . Santa ate all of the cookies!!!!


"Yay. . . . My first Christmas present ever!!!. . . . I think I'm gonna like this whole Christmas thing!!!"


great pics, you have a beautiful family jerry!!

is that broach on the baby made of infi?
What a big smile on that little face!

Tell the truth -- she's already got you wrapped around her little finger!!:D

Enjoy every moment of her childhood, Papa.:thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:
Thank you for posting the pictures. I wish you and your family many years of health, happiness and prosperity together. May your daughter continue to bring joy and laughter into your home.

And she is adorable! :)
Awesome!!! Congratulations on a beautiful family! She will only get more fun with each passing year! (My eldest is six... I've heard it goes downhill later but I've not reached that stage yet! ;) )
I have to look at these pictures without the wife....otherwise I will be having another kid for Christmas!! Great Photos...great memories!
Hey Jerry,

How sweet is she!!!! She looks like her mom, thank god!;) :D Hope you all had a great holiday with little miss Katie!

:D What a cutie!!!:D

:grumpy: First BOYFRIEND!!!!! :grumpy:

Rules for Dating My Daughter
Rule #1:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule #2:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule #3:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule #4:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule #5:
In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule #6:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule #7:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule #8:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folk’s homes are better.

Rule #9:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule #10:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a Wall Mart outside of Cleveland. The voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns and knives as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway, you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, and then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Words of wisdom my friend, words of wisdom.:thumbup:
Parenthood has brought me more pain and more pride than anything in my life. It's saved my life and saved the lives of many who may never know. It has been and continues to be the most daring adventure I've taken. Welcome my friend, to a wonderful beginning and beautiful start.:thumbup: