It is amazing at what age kids start playing video games. Of course my son wouldn't just play any old video game. He is a very conscientious boy and wants to be healthy like his father...Caleb only wants to play Wii Fit. We made him a "Mii" and he has now started down the road to healthy living / playing.
It is sad that the Wii says that he is "at risk of overweight"...he is 8 weeks old!!!!
I have to go to work today...today is Sunday..."this is the day which the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it"...Except...I have to go to work today. I'm not complaining; I'm just saying!
After bathing and dressing for work and doing what one does to prepare for the day, I went into my son's room to console his screaming. When I picked him up from his crib, I felt something moist on my hand. I looked at the crib and noticed the so familiar stain of poo. The poop filled Caleb's diaper, came out of the diaper, hovered around his back for a little bit and then planted itself firmly in the crib sheets. "This is the day which the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." I changed his diaper, wiped him down from head to toe with about 50 wet wipes and put him in a little onesie.
Did you know that you NEVER put the poopy clothes in the dirty clothes hamper?! I most definitely do now. Allison nearly killed me with her "bow staff skills, nunchaku skills, and bow hunting skills"! I'm not sure how the woman moved that quickly. I think that she is training to be a cage fighter! What happened to the sweet and lovely bride that I married? "This is the day which the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
After my brush with death, I realized that it isn't just any ordinary day. Today is the eight week celebration of the birth of my glorious son! I changed him out of that silly onesie and put him in a much better "picture taking outfit".
Today our magic carpet arrived…okay, it isn’t magic, but it is cool. Ever since we moved the previous carpet to Caleb’s room, the floor in the living room has been just plain naked. Every day that I would come in from work the poor floor would blush with shame. I would try to avert my eyes and walk gingerly, but still the living room would cry out due to the unbearable embarrassment. Allison and I knew that we couldn’t continue like this for much longer. Our house isn’t that big so we needed to use that living room. Thankfully, when the carpet came and was rolled out, the living room let out a long sigh of relief.
Below are a few pictures of the new carpet. The carpet didn’t come with a baby…we supplied him.
This evening we went over to my father-in-law’s home to say bon voyage to Allison’s brother, Ryan. He will leave the continental U.S. to go to the greener pastures of Hawaii. Maybe we will just have to go visit him once he gets settled.
It was a regular family fest over at Casa de Jeff and Michelle. The hosts/guests included Me, Allison, Caleb, Jeff, Michelle, Ryan, Brianna, Justin (old), Laureli, Jacob, Elaina, Justin (young), Meagan, Marian, Peter, and Lucas. I had not realized that it was the first time that Allison’s Aunt Marian and Uncle Peter had seen our little buddle of joy. They, of course, were in awe of Caleb and I’m sure they meant to comment how much he inherited his father’s stunning good looks and charm (they must have forgot).
Below is a picture of Aunt Marian holding Caleb…
Did you notice that my son is wearing “overalls”?
overalls, [noun, oh-ver-awls] loose, sturdy trousers, usually with a bib or biblike piece to which shoulder straps are attached, originally worn over other trousers to protect them, as by factory workers or farmers
My mom and brother recently reminded me of my LOVE of the sport of fishing. In my formative years, my brother, dad and I would traipse (not traipse…that sounds a little girly)…my dad and brother would trudge (I would traipse) through the wilderness to find some creek / pond / lake / river / hole in the ground and match our wit and skill against the all powerful fish. My dad and brother would wrestle the mighty fish to land, employing the rugged finesse associated with the timeless art. They would soak up and revel in the aromatic glory of being one with the fish, the water, the land and the earth. I, on the other hand, would be sitting on the shore, taking stock of the picnic that I had prepared that morning. Picture a bored seven year old boy, sitting on an old worn blanket, making sure that everyone had a napkin and the correct flatware to correspond with the first course that would emerge from the picnic basket! I write all of this so that everyone will know the humor associated with the next few pictures.
My dad, my brother and I…“fishing”…
My “keeper”...Who knows what I will do if Caleb wants to go fishing!
I can't believe it has been ONLY six weeks since Caleb was born. When I went to school we would get report cards every six weeks. This morning I woke up with a cold sweat thinking that there would be a report card waiting on our dining room table. I secretly think that the “Better Parenting Bureau” has cameras posted all over our home and judge us on every decision we make regarding the rearing of our child. I don't know if we would make straight A's at raising Caleb. If we are graded, I sure hope they curve!!!!
…it’s a pseudo tumor…My sister has Pseudotumor cerebri (SOO-doh-too-mur SER-uh-bry) and Thursday she had her third surgery to try to find some relief. I personally think it was just an excuse to come and see Caleb.
Below are a few pictures of my sister from her various surgeries. WARNING…if you don’t like pictures of shaved heads and wicked looking scars…DON’T LOOK!
Sarah's first surgery (November 12, 2007)
Sarah's second surgery (April 5, 2008)
Sarah's third (and hopefully final) surgery (February 5, 2009)
…SHOT! That's right...Caleb got a shot today at his doctor's visit. It was so sad. The following is a picture of the Daffy Duck bandage that covers the devastation and carnage that was the shot.
They also weighed and measured Caleb. He weighs 11lb 1oz and is 22 inches long. If he continues to progress the way he is going he will look more and more like the Michelin Man or maybe even the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
It is just typical that we bought a brand new camera that has all these bells and whistles and yet the first picture we have of him smiling was with a cell phone. I know I don't have to point out that no matter what camera we use, my son is the most photogenic baby in the entire world.
My mother-in-law said that ever since Caleb was born, it was like Allison fell off the face of the earth and that the blog was now all about the baby. My first thougth was, "Allison who?". Once I figured out that she was talking about my wife, I realized that she was right. Therefore I have decided to make this entry all about the woman that is my wife. The luckiest woman in the world. The light that brightens the darkness that is my existence. The lady, who puts the "breath" in "breathtaking", "splash" in "splashy" and the "wo" in "woman"!