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Play Date

Will — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 04:12:03 +0000

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Formal / Informal

Will — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 04:41:09 +0000

Aside from our iPhones, I haven’t really taken the time to either lug around my D5000 or my G9. Really it’s just another thing to tote around in the diaper bag and honestly, who needs that with everything else that is already in it? What that really means to you is that photos of Nola and posts from me are a little bit scarcer.

Yet, with the balmy February weather, I couldn’t help break out the Nikon the past few days.

A Year in Photos: The 2011 B-Sides

Will — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 19:51:07 +0000

This has become one of my favorite annual segments (perhaps our only annual segment, even). It affords me the time to look back at all of the photos I took the past year and amble down memory lane for a little while.

Again, these are photos that were never posted here (and more than likely, anywhere else) so you are truly getting a mixed bag.

For further reference, here are the B-Sides posts from 2011 and 2010.

January, Silver Spring, Maryland – Some days it seems like Nola arrived just yesterday. But, when I look at photos like this it is amazing to see how far she already has come.

February, Washington, DC – It only took a month before Nola was already sick of the camera constantly in her face.

March, Washington, DC – It wouldn't be accurate to say Moses has been largely neglected (maybe slightly). This photo is just for you, buddy.

April, Athens, Georgia – A successful year means a trip to the Grit. Have we ever mentioned that we love this place? Oh, we have?

May, Washington, DC – The Many Faces of a Bramlett: Flustered, Repulsed, Confused, Amused, and Indifferent.

June, Washington, DC — Toothbrush? Toy? Snack? What's going on here?

July, Washington, DC – The pursuit of Moses; the real motivation behind Nola scootin’.

August, Athens, Georgia – A somewhat candid moment between photos.

September, Santa Barbara, California – A very, very rare instance that both of us are in front of the lens. We only had to go to California to capture it.

October, Washington, DC – Dazzled by technology; Nola takes part in another grandparental Skype session.

November, Durham, North Carolina – A tender early morning moment with Nola and Brittany.

December, Lawrenceville, Georgia – Post-Christmas and swinging into the new year.

Nola’s First Classic City Visit

Will — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 05:16:06 +0000

One thing that we were itching to do while we were down in Georgia was to get up to Athens and show Nola where we first met.

Okay.

That is a bold face lie. We wanted to get up to Athens to go get some succulent, finger-licking vegetarian soul food at the much revered restaurant and old Friday night haunt, The Grit. Being able to stroll along North Campus, around the Chapel, beside the Herty Field Fountain, and through The Arch (uh, yes Brittany did tote Nola through The Arch) was just extra yeast gravy.

Brittany did not succumb to the curse of the Arch as she walked away from Athens with not one but two degrees.

Just off East Broad, Nola could be seen honing her zombie walk.

On the Chapel steps.

Curiosity killed the cat. Good thing Nola is a Dawg.

Brittany assists Nola in tossing a penny into the Herty Field Fountain. It is unknown if Nola's wish has come to fruition yet or if technically, her wish even counts. Heck, who knows what's going on in that noggin.

Nola Jean: Master of the Straw.

GOLDEN BOWL!!! OMG!1!1 LOLZ!!!

To cap off the day, Nola got her first taste of ice cream. She was very pleased.

Amongst the Savages

Will — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 05:01:37 +0000

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A Book of Memories

Will — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 04:52:13 +0000

It seems every now and then when I get back to Georgia I always tend to run across some item of nostalgia. This particular item isn’t mine nor is it something I was actually a part of. Yet, it is actually a really fantastic find of my Dad’s — his old junior college yearbook.

My Dad spent his first two years of higher education at Young Harris College, a small, private liberal arts college in the the farthest reaches of northeast Georgia. He was a second generation YHC graduate (I looked into being a third but it was too small for my tastes) and looking through the yearbook, quite the active student.

There is a somewhat humorous story of how through the years Dad would every now and then mention he was Mr. Young Harris College his sophomore year. Naturally, David and I thought he was trying to pull one over on us (although, looking back, I don’t know why he would have any reason to). When I took a visit in 2006 to look around at Young Harris, Dad somehow procured a copy of this yearbook to prove his title. Thus, the myth became reality.

It is pretty fascinating to see Dad at a younger point in his life (sans mustache no less) and it is slightly mental to see how much he and David look alike.

Below are a few select pages. I promised Dad I wouldn’t post a ton of the photos I took.

Nola’s First Christmas: Part II

Will — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 16:21:09 +0000

Nola and Brittany ponder what to name Nola's new friend. Ronald? Buzzy? Xavier?

The holiday hoopla in full swing.

After her crash course on how to open presents, Nola was normally eager to give all a helping hand.

If she knew this gift card was towards procuring Sticky Fingers muffins Nola certainly would have been somewhere near ecstatic. Alas, being only a toddler, the significance was all but lost.

Dissecting a package with surgeon-like precision.

As with most things for Nola, it's all about the mystery and intrigue of the box.

Brittany shows off her new timepiece.

Getting in a good stretch before moving onto the final dash of gift opening.

The predator warily eyes her next target.

Nola checks out the new luggage piece to ensure it meets all TSA guidelines and specifications. Fortunately for her and her Christmas spoils, everything was deemed satisfactory.

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Random Shots From Thomaston

Will — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 05:44:15 +0000

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Nola Turns One

Bram_Fam — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 03:52:58 +0000

One year ago we welcomed our New Year’s baby, Nola Jean, into this world. It is very hard to conceive a whole year has passed us by. It partly feels just like yesterday we were working our way up Georgia Avenue to Holy Cross. On the other hand, we often question where time has gone.

Today we had a lot of fun celebrating the first year since Nola’s arrival. There have been some hard moments but countless, countless times of joy.

Below are a few scenes from today’s festivities.

Nola shows off her ever increasing collection of teeth.

You could cut the excitement with a specially engraved crystal-handled cake knife.

Going straight for the icing, natch.

Deciding to go against decorum. We'll need to work on those Southern manners.

Deciding to use flatware way too late.

Crouching tiger, hidden present.

Somehow Nola managed to trick everyone into wearing party hats. A modern day Tom Sawyer, I say.

Our lackluster, spur-of-the-moment attempt at Toljabee ...

... which was okay. Because Nola didn't care too much for anything aside from the boxes, paper, and bows.

A rare moment of rest.

As a sign of maturation, Nola immediately offered to help clean up after her party.

Nola’s First Christmas: Part I

Will — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 05:20:21 +0000

Bending the normal Christmas breakfast fare.

A daily fixture becomes a stocking favorite.

Bowed over.

Nola's "stocking".

A new onesie from Daddy.

Nola getting as assist from Mommy.

Mama Marge is also helping Nola get a head start in her rabid fandom for the Dawgs.

Nola's Christmas morning game face.

We're still not sure how this one is going to make the airplane ride back to DC.

Caught in mid-munch.

Standard holiday hijinks.

It wouldn't be a Bram Christmas without a French coconut pie.

A chance for the photographer to shine.

Mama Marge pulled out all of the stops to make Nola smile.

Take 1.

Take 34.

Nola checking out Papa Dan's old chair.

David doing some light reading.