Merry Christmas from Max, Auntie Em, & Uncle Cashew

The rest of the family...



Maybe Auntie Em and Uncle John will stick to wearing the candy cane ears next year.

My Very First Tap Recital...as promised

John had to sit with all the soccer moms tonight and watch my tap dance recital. It was a recital for all ages ending with the 2 and 3 year olds. I'm in red.

Meeting Pedro...I mean Max....

This weekend I flew to Maryland to meet the newest member of the family. Max, my new nephew is perfect in every way! I’m pretty sure him and I have the same lips. We spent all weekend snuggling, sleeping, and watching him. I already can’t wait to fly back for Christmas to spend some more time doing the same.

His website has more pictures.

Auntie Em! Auntie Em!

Max Diegel was born today at 1:05 cst. Mom & Baby are doing fine. Grandma Jeannie almost didn't make it.

Notice the 'Rock On' fingers! More pictures are located on his website at www.diegelboy.blogspot.com

In Tennessee's fair eastern mountains...

Yes, we made the trip...John finally had a chance to see the joy's of a small private college. We had a GREAT time and got to see a lot of dear friends...

Root Root Root...oh to be a Cubs fan!

As luck would have it, we were passed a set of tickets to the Cubs vs Brewers game tonight. The anticipation of the game was mounting over the last week as the 2 teams have battled for first place. The first 6.5 innings I must admit were slower and less exciting then planed. We were down 3 to 1, it was hot and muggy, and the nacho's were gone. In general the crowd was just a little more boring then expected for the big game. As we casually rise for the ever famous 7th inning stretch, we check the board to see who's leading us today...and it was like the whole crowd read it at once...Brewers Hall of Fame broadcaster - Bob Uecker...looks of confusion and disappointment fell on the crowd...then in unison, instead of 'Take me out to the ball game' the whole stadium broke out in boos. So loud you could not even hear 'poor' Bob sing. Boos turned to smiles and laughs...Bob finished, and the press box went dim. A hush came on the stadium, and then in the Cubby spirit it was like we all knew we couldn't continue without the good old tune and soon it spread through out the stand, without a leader, the crowd joined in the famous chorus. From then on, it was a whole new game. We scored 4 in the bottom of the 7th and were on our feet the rest of the game! I have to thoughts about this....either 1, someone is losing there Job at Wrigley tomorrow...or two, and probably most likely, someone is BRILLIANT!


Comment from the Associated Press -
Brewers Hall of Fame broadcaster Bob Uecker led the singing of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" in the seventh inning as fans at Wrigley Field booed loudly. Once Uecker was finished, the crowd broke into its own rendition of the song.

**Update** IT'S A BOY!

We found out today that Heidi is having a Boy! Yeah!

The newest member of our family...

Its been almost 6 years since I have owned a car that I can drive! John and I ditched the Neon and purchased the Altima on Wednesday!

Come on by and I'll give you a ride...of course don't forget I can count on 1 hand the amount of times I've drove in the past 6 years...you may want to bring a helmet.

It happened...

It was a warm Father's Day, June 17th, 2007. We were in the upper deck enjoying a day at the old ball park. It was the bottom of the 6th inning. Theriot was up to bat. John was sitting on the end of the row next to my dad, my mom and I next to them. However this is where the story has very different endings depending on who you ask. John's version is that he saw the ball coming, a pop fly, one that was not going to get a way this time (last month at the game, he made contact with the ball, but it was out of his reach). He reached up, and slightly over, and there it was, in his bare hands, he held it up, kissed his wife, waved to the crowd in all it's glory. My dad's version...the ball was coming right at him...he felt the back of John's hands in his palm...his son-in-law stole his baseball right out of his hands...on Father's Day...

Wow

It just took me a half hour to log in b/c i couldn't figure out my username and password.

The Homrich's discover Photo Booth

These were to funny not to post...if you know my parents, all the more hilarious.

Who is this man?

Last night we were doing what we normally do at 6:15 on a Sunday night, sitting in church, in our normal seats about mid way down the auditorium, listening to the sermon. You ask why after all these months, of not posting, why I would post about our typical Sunday night. Oh but friends, it was no typical Sunday night. Around 6:15, which is mid way through the church service, a man enters. Not just any man. Bono. Yes, you heard me correctly…Bono…U2, Bono…entered the church. As he passed our row, I sarcastically said to John…that guy thinks he’s Bon... but before the phrase came out of my mouth, my jaw dropped as I saw everyone in our area of the auditorium do the exact same thing..stare. There was a quiet murmur throughout the back half of the church as people silently mouthed to their neighbor…’Is that Bono???’. I watched in amazement. I was curious. I looked at people’s faces as the stared, shared puzzled looks, peeked around those in front of them to get a glimpse.

He sat 4 rows directly in front of us. He listened, he worshiped, he prayed, he distracted all those that sat around him. The red glasses, the jacket, the earrings, the pinky ring, the hair, the rough face. As everyone tried unsuccessfully to focus back on the sermon, my mind raced. Would our reaction to Jesus himself entering the church evoke the same reaction? Would we stop and gawk, without asking who he really was? Would our hearts pound and murmurs of excitement surround us? Would I know it was Jesus?

It has not been confirmed if the man that ‘snuck’ into the church service last night was actually ‘Bono’. There has been mixed reports, and I have to admit that I really have no idea. If I had to guess, it was most likely NOT him but was definitely someone wanting to be him. After the service he went directly to the elders before leaving about 15 minutes later, no entourage, no security, no hoopla...and as quick as he came, he was gone.

We’re Expecting!

The newest member of the family will arrive later today. Our Mac Book Pro is currently in the hands of the FedEx man or woman and will be arriving shortly. Although a little nervous of switch to the Mac world, we anxiously await the arrival.
Tips on how to handle the newest Mitchell are appreciated.