Tomorrow Comes a Day too Soon

Teething Again

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 07:55:00 +0000

I am exhausted; completely worn out and ready to give my two week notice. I just can't seem to find my HR rep. I tried to give my resignation to my little boss. He smiled politely, and without saying a word coloring all over it with a red crayon. I guess I'm not going anywhere after all. So Logan doesn't seem to be sick, he's just teething… again. I'm pretty sure he's spent most of his life teething. That seems like a lot of work. Of course teething for him comes free with a fever, runny nose, and very messy diapers. Fun times for daddy. It also comes with a cranky kid who needs to be held all day. Daddy has two broken ribs, and holding a 25lb toddler doesn't feel great. What are you going to do though? I held that sad little monkey for most of the day today. I hate seeing him feeling this way. I never thought I'd be the parent who sneaks into the kid's room while they're sleeping just to make sure they are still breathing, and to check their forehead to see if it's warm. The kind who says "He's been sleeping for 15 minutes longer then he normally does. I should go check and make sure he's ok!" The rational side of me is screaming "You're going to wake him up! Enjoy you're quite time!". I am a stay at home Dad though; I ignore my rational side.

Logan also had a trip to the Doctor yesterday. He has since he was very young, made what we call his kitty noise. It's a purring type of sound that seems to resonate from his sinus area. He makes this sound when he's excited, pointing to something, or really just trying to get attention. It's just something that he does. We never thought anything of it until this whole Child Find evaluation. Our consoler thought it was strange and asked about his hearing, which is perfect. After his evaluation, we were advised to have him looked at. It's just not a sound most kids make. His Doctor didn't know what it was ether. So now we're lined up to have him examined, and x-rayed at Littleton to see if they can figure out the cause of this "problem." We're kind of on the fence about this though. Do we really want to put our two year old through, what could prove to be, meaningless uncomfortable tests only to find out that it will just got away on its own. Or that it's no big deal, not to worry about it… Or do we not worry about it, and just leave things as they are? It doesn't bother him. His breathing is fine, and he doesn't always make the sound. I think he does it on purpose, though the Child Find folks thought it was involuntary. Of course there is the other side. What if there really is a problem and we didn't catch because we thought everything was fine. I hate these thoughts. I guess it's best for peace of mind if nothing else, just to go through with it….right?

PS Yeah, I'm sure there are grammar errors in this post, just like there was in the last one. Well, it's almost 2:00am, my pain meds have kicked in, and I'm on the recliner where I (haven't been) sleeping for the past week. That's my excuse. That, and Word needs a better grammar engine. And I don't read them once I'm done typing. That's just a lot of work.

Taking it all away.

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 08:58:00 +0000

During Logan's meeting last week, we were also advised the he should be off the bottle. Logan loves his bottle. It's his safety blanket. He has one in the morning when he wakes up, he goes down for a nap with one, and goes to bed with one. It has made naps and bedtime really easy, and we were all happy. So in an effort to rid ourselves of this happiness, we took his bottle away. The first couple of days were full of screaming, crying, and a general lost of sleep. Logan wasn't very happy about the change either. It's so hard to do something like this to him. Sure we can tell him that the bottle isn't good for him, and we're only trying to make things better for him in the long run, but none of that matters to a two year old. Even more for a two year old who doesn't talk. So last week, I lost naptime. Any stay at home parent knows how important naptime is for our sanity. We need that hour of so to "get things done". We could be folding laundry, picking out toys or something. For the most part though I find myself on the couch watching non child related TV, or in front of one computer doing something unproductive. Besides, Baby Z normally wakes up from his nap when Logan would go down for his own, so I guess free time is just a myth. Logan is getting better though. Today he went down for a nice long nap with no problems. Of course he also had a temperature of 100.1, so that may have had something to do with it. I don't think he's sick, but I do think he's getting more teeth in. Today was full of carrying him around, holding him in my lap, and painful yet loving hugs. I really hope he manages to get a full set of teeth before Zander decides to get some himself. Changing two sets of diapers is already bad enough, I don't want to see what two teething kids are like.

It’s like candy

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 07:35:00 +0000

Hello Blog. Well, Logan still really isn't talking. His second birthday was in March and all the "experts" say that he should have a pretty good string of words by this point. While I don't doubt that he will speak in his own time, we were advised by his Doctor to contact child find to have him evaluated. His evaluation was last Monday. When we first set up this meeting, I was against the whole process. I don't feel like there is anything wrong, and because of that, I didn't think he needed to be tested. A lot of two year olds don't talk, so why should Logan? I think I was just a bit scared. I don't want to hear someone tell me there's something wrong with my child. But who really does? I think I just had the wrong attitude. I do that sometimes. Mostly during the week, and on the weekends. I met with an advisor before the evaluation who was very nice and took the time to ask a lot of questions about Logan so that we'd get the best result from the evaluation. I tried my best to give him honest unbiased answers to his questions, but what parent can honestly do that. I talked my little boy up every chance I got. You know what the awesome thing is, he totally owned up to everything I said during the evaluation. The consolers interacted with him while he played, had him match up colors, stack rings, and identify pictures from a book. Even I was impressed. The only area he did not receive high marks in was in speech. That was the reason we were there, so there was no surprise. We are going to have a speech therapist meet with Logan once a week for a few months to see if that helps. While I cringe at the thought of having to clean the house for this visit, I think it will be good for Logan. You know, to have a clean house. I don't know if the speech stuff will work, but we'll see. He's already trying to talk more since the evaluation. I'm sure he'll be speaking better than I do by the time his therapy starts.

While Logan and I were waiting for Brie to come home from work so we could go to his evaluation, we were playing in the front yard. It was a crazy nice day. We were kicking around the soccer ball, and coloring the driveway with sidewalk chalk. Good stuff. It was until me and all my awesomeness stepped on the ball, fell forward and landed with my fist in my rib cage. I went through the day just dealing with what I thought was a bruise. It reached the point where breathing was an issue so I made a Doctor appointment for the next day. My doctor poked me, smiled and said "You broke your rib." I don't understand why she smiled. I guess broken ribs are funny to people who didn't break them. So I got some useless pain medication, and the assurance that it would only hurt for about a month. So for the past weeks, sitting, standing, breathing, walking, lifting, and sleeping have all been things that I regret doing. I feel very lucky that my job doesn't involve any kind of lifting, or the danger of small limbs constantly making direct contact with the break area. Because you know, that would suck. So here I am, in my recliner that has been my bed for the past week, wondering when things are going to start to feel better. I love my boys though, and they are worth all the pain. Mostly.

Back to Blogging.

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 07:47:00 +0000

I realized today just how much I miss blogging. I found out recently that Zander is ticklish. When I hit that spot just right, he makes the most adorable squeaking sounds. With a big smile on his face, he grips my fingers really tight and just seems really happy. It's so much fun. Of course as a Dad I keep doing it past the point where he is done dealing with it hoping that he'll do it some more. We pulled up my blog to the video I have of Logan laughing and noticed how the boys have some of the same features, and how they are different. Zander has bigger eyes than Logan, a different nose, and way bigger cheeks. They do look like brothers though, and this pleases me. Not that I was really expecting anything different, it's just really cool to look at my sons and see these things. I didn't have a brother growing up, and didn't have sisters until I was almost 10, so I don't really know what it's like to grow up in a house with someone so close in age to yourself. I can't wait to see how Logan is going to handle the big brother role. He's already reaching the point where he wants to give Zander his pacifier back if he drops it, or he'll bring me Zander's (empty) bottle if Zander has been crying for a bit. It's really sweet to see him helping. Of course he has regressed a little bit. We pulled out Logan's old swing for Zander to rock in, and Logan uses it as a kind of lounge chair when Zander is out of it. We brought out Logan's old mat that has these two arches with toys hanging down so the baby can grab, kick, listed to sounds, or just watch things move about while they lay on their back. When Zander isn't on it, Logan will lay on his back, kick the toys, and play around like he's a baby again. It's a bit strange to see since he is getting so big, but it works. I don't have pictures to share in this post, but I promise them next time. This is just my way of trying to actually blog again. I would hate to look back in two years only to find that I was too “busy” to write about what Zander's babyhood was like. As it is, he isn't getting his picture taken as much, and those pictures that are taken tend to sit in lightroom waiting for me to finish homework, or turn my back on farmville for two seconds. It's not hard to run a batch process to get those raw images out so we can post them on facebook, the website, and our blogs. It's just a matter of tearing myself away from homework, or that strangely addictive farmville game. Stupidest game ever, but I can't stop playing it! Curse you Zynga! Anyway... next time, pictures, and more posts.

Haiku Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 09:02:00 +0000

It has been two weeks

Why am I not on your blog?

I am not happy!

He sees you when you’re sleeping..

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 07:50:00 +0000

While this picture is near one year old, I can’t get over how adorable it is. I got a lot of great shots last year, and this year forgot to bring my camera to Christmas Eve with Brie’s parents. Nice. I guess we’ll see how tomorrow goes. Also, this time next week, we will have Zander with us. One week! Yikes! I’ve come to accept that fact that Brie will forever be pregnant, and it will just be the three of us. The medical people tell us that this is not the case, and Brie seems quite pleased with that little fact. I’m still a little scared to have a new human with us again. At the same time it’s exciting and fun. I guess that what parenting is though. A terrifyingly exciting journey though a lake of rice cereal. Uhf… one week.

Hiku Sunday is back

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 08:44:00 +0000

I'm feeding giraffes.
Long black tongues take the cracker
My life is awesome!

Better then TV… but what isn’t?

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 06:47:00 +0000

One of the fun things about being a parent is watching all the silly things your kids do. They are after all put here for our amusement. In exchange for the entrainment, we give them food, clean diapers, and let them watch whatever they want however many times they want and we don’t complain. So tonight’s entertainment was your classic messy kid. We gave him an Oreo Cookie (double stuffed, nothing but the best!) to keep him busy while we finished eating. I’m a crazy slow eater and at times need to push his meals into overtime. I was not aware that a simple cookie could become so awesomely messy. I’ll let the pictures finish up this post.

The almighty sugar crash…

Love that little guy! You should see him dance!

Uhf, my blog looks SOOOOO bad under Internet Explorer! Please use Firefox or Chrome! I like my theme.

Nobody's Sleeping in his bed

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 09:19:00 +0000

We have actually made a bit of progress on getting Logan's room together. We cleared out most of my junk. In fact, if you close the closet doors it would appear that I was never there. Then you open the doors and question why I feel the need to keep so much stuff. At least I was keeping it where you couldn't see it, so... quit looking in my closet! Once we relocated my stuff, we, well Brie and her family, painted the room, and we (I was involved with this part) put together this cool Toy Story toddler bedroom set. It came with a table, two chairs, these plastic toy holders that Logan loves throwing at us, and a Toddler bed. I love the scale of everything. I feel much taller then I really am when I walk into this room full of tiny furniture. Logan seems to enjoy everything as well. I thought today would be as good a day as any to have him try out his new bed during his afternoon nap. Since we learned that he can walk through crib bars the bed feels like a logical step. As you can see from the picture below, everything started out promising. He was all cute and snug in his bed, bottle in his mouth flanked by Buzz and Woody. I knew what was going to happen; everyone knew what was going to happen. He was up in a heartbeat and playing with his toys. After 30 minutes, I moved him to his crib so he could take his real nap. I'm going to keep playing this game until Logan sneaks up on me when he's supposed to be napping and smacks me in the back of the head with his recently used diaper. Then I'll regroup and figure something else out. In the mean time it's fun to pretend like this is the way to transition him to his new bed. Maybe it really is, and I'm a natural when it comes to this parenting thing. Perhaps I'm not just making it all up as I go along. I may just be tapping into this internal fountain of parental knowledge, causing my mad daddy skills to rock! Maybe not though. I'll have to ask the kitty when he wakes up. He seems to know some things.

Not too bad for a cell phone picture eh? It freaks me out a bit that he has no arms though.

The Amazing flying kid

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 05:30:00 +0000

This morning I got up and walked past Logan's room as I normally do. The door was closed as it normally is. We have to do this because Sierra (our dog) loves to wonder into his room at night and wake him up. I'm not sure why she does this. Maybe she thinks it's funny. Anyway, as I walked past I heard something knock on his door. I thought I was hearing things, so I opened it just a bit, and a little hand emerged to assist me in my task. Next a little figure ambled out making the sign for milk. I was floored to see that Logan had gotten out of his crib. I wasn't bothered really that he had gotten out, as it is a rite of passage for most kids (right?), but I was more bothered that I couldn't figure out how he did it. He has a standard crib with bars at a decent height. There is no step latter, no bird to lift him out, and as far as I know, there isn't any real reason why he should have gotten out. But he did. Not only did he find a way over the bars, he also somehow managed to descend the four feet or so to the ground without hurting himself. Later on we put him back in and asked him to climb out. Of course… he didn't. He didn't during his nap either. I'm quite tempted to put a mattress or our climbing crash pad down at the base of his crib right now just to make sure his fall is as uneventful tomorrow should he have one. I'm thinking he won't need one though. I'm pretty sure he's getting out by going through his bars. He's like the x-men Kitty Pride, but he can only go through bars. If he could go through walls he wouldn't need me to open the door. Unless he really can walk through walls, and he's just messing with me. He would do that.

Also, after three months, and a lot of scrubbing mold, our refrigerator is finally fixed. A guy who looked like Santa came by and replaced the relay switch on our compressor. I thought that was really cool that Santa would do something like that. So many people are saying that we're getting a baby for Christmas. But I say having a fridge inside the kitchen (as opposed to the garage where our second one lives) is a pretty rocking present. Santa did make us pay him though, so maybe it wasn't a present. Or maybe he just figured out that I really was naughty all those years, and he's making me pay him back for wrongfully given presents. Well, whatever it was, thank you for fixing the fridge Santa! Now let's talk about my shocks and my master clutch cylinder.

Counting down…and not to Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 05:16:00 +0000

So I can no longer use school as an excuse for not updating my blog. I was going to use the “I have to get ready for the new baby” line, but no one would believe me since I’m not the one actually growing the child. So I guess I’ll put down some words on this dusty old thing, and pretend like someone is going to read it.

In less then three weeks, we have an appointment to have a baby. This concept still blows my mind. Logan came a week and half past his due date, so I came to accept that due dates are not as accurate as we want them to be. With Logan, I spent a lot of time worrying about the drive to the hospital. I thought for sure it would be in a snowstorm during rush hour, since we had to drive to Denver. But no, her water broke at 1:00 in the morning on a nice warm March night. I did miss the turn, but that was the only exciting part. Well, that and the whole having a baby part. This time, the hospital is right up the street. This time we don’t have her bag packed, I haven’t installed the new car seat (but we don’t have that yet so I have a good excuse) or really done anything that makes me feel like we’re going to be entertaining a newborn soon. I guess things are just different the second time around. Maybe it’s just a been there done that kind of thing. Or maybe I’m so terrified about taking care of two, that I’m just in denial. I’m going with option B.

This is going to be short since I haven’t written in a while. I’m kind of rusty at this point. My goal however is to post daily until Zander is born. So instead of more words, here is a picture from the last set of maternity pictures we took.

No, she did not grow an extra set of arms. Not yet anyway.

A Week Later

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 07:30:00 +0000

So remember that post from last week where I said I would have at least three posts by the end of the week? Then remember how one of them had that super cute picture of Brie being all pregnant and lovely? What about that funny story about Logan? No, you don’t remember any of that? Well, why would you, I didn’t post a single thing last week. The last thing I posted was a strange story about a tie. I didn’t even understand that. I was all set to come on here and pretend like last week didn’t happen, but what fun would that be?

So I think Brie is 23 weeks pregnant now. I could be wrong about that though. She has been buying a lot of maternity clothes lately, and has all kinds of doctor appointments so if she isn’t pregnant then I really don’t know what’s going on. So in the spirit of her possibly being pregnant, and me being a guy who thinks he can use his camera here she is in all her pregnant glory.

How do you like the vignette? It shows how deep and artsy I am.

I think she is beautiful, and love the belly. That is until I really think about what’s going on in there. At that point, I get a bit freaked out, but doesn’t everyone? I mean, come on, SHE’S GROWING A PERSON IN THERE! That is just wild! After seeing him move around in the ultrasound, it’s even more crazy to think about. The ultrasound tech girl zoomed in on his face and pointed out that he was drinking the amniotic fluid. You could see his mouth moving, and his little throat sucking down the stuff. I didn’t really know they did that. I think I’d rather not know that they did that.

So maybe you’ll get more entries from me this week. We just got back from a weekend trip to Glenwood Springs (Not Brek like I thought), I want to finish a post I have half written about school, my thoughts on Nicole’s awesome post (one of many!), and how I feel about the tiny toilet living in my bathroom full of Elmo stickers.

Now I’m going to go pretend like it’s not 1:30am, and that Logan lets his dad sleep in.

Random Story

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 06:46:00 +0000

Once I was getting ready for a job interview. I was in the office bathroom trying to tie my tie. I hate ties, and was getting very frustrated because I just couldn’t get tied correctly. I would tie, untie, tie, untie, this must have went on for forty minutes. or so. Finally another dude wearing a tie came in to search for ponies or whatever it is other guys do in bathrooms for hours, and I noticed his knot looked just like the one I had been untying for the past few days. Then another guy walked in and his was the same way. I had been tying it properly the entire time. I realized that when you really look at them, ties are very stupid.

“Great story dad.” - Logan

Doing it Wrong

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 05:57:00 +0000

At Logan’s last baby well appointment, I was advised that I needed to get Logan off the bottle. I guess it’s bad for his teeth or something. This isn’t an easy thing to do. Logan loves his bottle, and he is adorable when he has it! Also, it’s one of those little things that allows me to pretend that he really is a baby, and not a toddler. I know, I have problems letting go. You would think that I’d be ok with all this since we have Zander on the way, but no. Anyway, I’ve been using sippy cups as much as I can, and for the most part he’s accepted them, and uses them. He knows which cups will leak if he bangs them on the floor, which cups he can use to fling whatever liquid he’s drinking at us, and what cups make the loudest noise when thrown on the floor. I don’t even know these things yet, and often think the worst when I hear that loud thud of cup and floor connecting.

Lucky for me, it’s easy to pretend like he’s still mostly baby. Aside from the bottle, he still isn’t really talking. We have figured out that I am "RA” and Brie is “MA”. Ra is an Egyptian sun god, so I will take it as a compliment. Everything else is communicated through sign language. He’s been saying more or food for a long time. Within the past four months or so he’s added water, milk, hungry, tired, all done, baby, dog, and as of today help. It’s really cute, and a lot of fun since not everyone can read baby sign language. So I’m ok with him not speaking, he communicates just fine.

BTW, by the title I meant I'm doing it wrong by giving him both the sippy cup and the bottle at the same time as implied by the picture. I really shouldn't make any kind of attempt at writing when I'm this tired. If I stuck by that rule though I'd never update. I don't want to hear any "But you don't update now" because I am updating right now, so you're wrong.

Adorable with a Side of Creepy

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 07:21:00 +0000

After getting Zander’s picture taken, we had to have the photo’s critiqued. This is always the hardest part. Personally I hate those moments when the person is quietly looking over the photo you love. Do you like it, hate it, what’s wrong with it? Why are you looking in that corner, don’t look there! Look at that really cool rock next to that dead tree. Then with a small smile you are told that its a nice photo. You know they are lying. It’s best just not to share your work. Uh… oh yeah. The doctor looked over the ultrasound pictures and decided that there was a cist on our child’s brain that could lead to some pretty amazing superpowers, and that we should have someone in Denver take a look at it. At least that’s what I think she said. I could be a bit off. Don’t quote me. So Brie went downtown on Thursday for a reshoot. The bad news was that Zander does not (as far as we know) have any superpowers. The good news however was that the cist is mostly gone. (I don’t think I’m spelling cist right, but spell check says it’s fine, and I’m not googling it.) Another bit of good news was that this doctor took 4d shots of Zander and printed them out. These pictures are so strange. While I think it’s really cool to see what Zander would look like if he were sculpted our of clay, it’s also a bit unreal. Though I still am having issues believing that Brie is really pregnant, and that’s I’m going to be watching a two year old and an infant at the same time but that’s beside the point.

The first shot is from the back. You can see his arm, shoulder, back, head and ear. So far I only count four fingers. Thumb must be sold separately. The second shot is a side view. You can make out the spin leading up to his arm. He knew his picture was being taken which is why he flexed his mighty bicep. Totally taking after his dad already.

Saved the best and freakiest for last. His little face where you can make out his eyes, nose, even a bit of his mouth and chest. It looks like he might just have his daddy’s nose. Of course he also has some kind of creature attacking his head. I think it may be a tentacle from a squid.

Yeah.. I think we’re spelling it with a Z.

20 Weeks…and then some

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 06:58:00 +0000

There is a part of me that wants to start this post with the blogger chant. “Sorry I haven’t posted in so long..” then follow that up with a list of reasons that account for my lack of posts. Well, I’m not going to do that. I don’t want to. It just doesn’t make for interesting writing does it? Of course, interesting writing is very subjective, and who knows who might find an apologetic post interesting. Not me.

Moving on. It has been some time, meaning time has passed. Brie was at the time of this picture 20 weeks pregnant. How adorable is she? Her little baby bump is starting to show. She is doing fantastic. She’s working out a few times a week, pushing us to eat better, and looking great the entire time. I can’t say the same about me, so I won’t. Instead I will distract you.

Not with her picture, though I do like how we got one of her pregnant pictures over near the monkey area of the Denver Zoo. Part of the 20 week ritual is to see a doctor who will place a strange device on Brie’s bump, show us random bits of static, and inform us if we need to buy a new wardrobe, or embrace the world of hand me downs. We got the fantastic news that Logan is going to have a little Brother who will wear Logan’s tomato stained clothes and like it! We’re thrilled that we’re having another little boy. It means buying the cool toys, instead of those silly dolls that come with wigs and pet snakes, or whatever it is girls play with. So say hello to Zander. He’s…uhhh… not the black part, but not quite all of the white part in the pictures.

And yes, the girl running the machine did put a little arrow on the picture to let us know that he is indeed a boy. There you go Zander, you’re out there for the world to see…sorry kid.

Prior Incantato

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 02:25:00 +0000

Logan must be excited about the new Harry Potter movie. He's showing off his magic skills by sporting two ~~baby~~ toddler sized wands. I couldn't hear the spell he was muttering, but I found myself clucking like a chicken and dancing like a chimp shortly after I got this shot.

Sharing Time

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 19:14:00 +0000

Brie's cousins recently came to town, and brought with them as any good parent does their son Wyatt. Wyatt is only a couple weeks younger then Logan, so it was interesting to see how they were different, the same, and how the interacted with each other. Logan doesn't hang out with other babies very often, so it's always fun to see how he's going to react. While he was shy at first, he eased himself into the situation and started playing Wyatt. Logan has always been really good about sharing his toys with the family and was doing the same with Wyatt. He would giving Wyatt the little shapes that fit into the proper holes on the top of the bucket in the picture. Wyatt decided that he wanted the bucket and took it from Logan. You can see that Logan didn't want to give it up.

I know, that was a silly story considering that since I wrote last Logan has started walking full time, can use a fork with some accuracy, and is picking up and using all the signs we teach him. He still isn't saying any recognizable words, but those will come in time. I told that little story because Logan is going to need to learn to share when he becomes a big brother. Yes, if there is anyone out there not friends with us on facebook, Brie is pregnant. Baby number two will be born on December 31^st providing the Brie carries her to term. No we don't know the sex of the baby yet, I just don't want to say “it”. Plus saying her may drives Brie nuts since she really wants a boy. It would be nice to have another boy as we do have a lot of boy clothes, and a nice big room they can share. Otherwise one will have the nice big room, while the other will have the little baby sized room. We'll take whatever we get though. It's pretty wild to think that we're going to be doing the baby thing all over again. Daily tummy time, waiting for her to roll over, smile, sit up, crawl, stand, walk.... not to mention thousands of pictures. So Logan, you need to learn to share kiddo. I had to share my toys with you, now you can share them with her. ;)

Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 05:37:00 +0000

It's been a month now
When will Daddy write again
I have a sad face

Haiku Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 07:03:00 +0000

It’s Haiku Sunday!

Daddy forgot to do it

That’s not so cool Dad!

Happy Birthday Mom!

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Thu, 28 May 2009 07:26:00 +0000

Today was Brie's birthday! I thought it would be fun if Logan made her a card. The Babyman and I have not completed too many art projects together, so using the pastels (I couldn’t find the crayons) was a fairly new experience for him. He didn’t quite understand the coloring on the paper part, and was more interested in collecting the new colorful objects. It only held it attention for a short while, but we had fun making her card. Later on we all went out to dinner and just hung out as a family. Logan and I are really lucky and happy to have Brie in our lives. Happy Birthday Brie! We hope you had a fun time with us!

Update

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Thu, 14 May 2009 04:27:00 +0000

Ok, so I owe Logan two haiku's, and maybe a little bit of real content. So for a quick update, Logan is not walking yet. He is taking steps all the time, but he always ends up back on his hands and knees. He is a very fast crawler, almost fast enough to catch the kitty. He can give kisses and hugs, and is very good about sharing food and his toys. It's not against his nature to share a very soggy goldfish cracker with you. The other day I was laying on the floor playing with him, and he crawled away for a moment. I was soon met by a hand being shoved in my mouth with a used goldfish in it. The soggy one's are always a delight. He loves my keys and wallet, and finds interesting places to hide them. Thankfully the toilet is not on that list. My friend Billie was not quite so lucky in that department. He weighs just over twenty pounds (20.5 this evening) so we flipped around his car seat. I know it is recommended that we don't do this until he weighs more, but we just couldn't help it. It's so much nicer to be able to see him, and a bit of the worry is gone now when he's snacking on crackers, cookies, or whatever happens to be within his reach. He's still not really sleeping through the night. He has a nasty habit of waking up around 2:00am crying until I give him some milk. Last night I didn't give in to his cries and he did just fine. So I guess the milk was a comfort thing and not so much a hunger thing. The sad part is, that I really don't mind his middle of the night bottle. I'm never happy about it the next day, but I love sitting in the dark with him in my lap drinking from his bottle. Maybe I'm still just a really new dad, or I'm just too sentimental about things. I just know that he is growing up, and before I know it my baby will be gone, and a little boy will be running around the house. Maybe that's why people have more kids. They just miss the babies once they are gone. It will be very nice once Logan can interact with us more, but I really love my babyman. Ok enough of that. I'll try and update this blog more so I don't have to write so much next time.

Haiku Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Mon, 11 May 2009 04:11:00 +0000

We went for a walk

Played in the park on the swings

Fell asleep, so cute!

Haiku Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Mon, 04 May 2009 04:03:00 +0000

I am so sad now

And you just take my picture

I want jelly beans!

Haiku Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Mike-e) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 05:17:00 +0000

Went on a Road Trip
My first time seeing Utah
Next up, Yellowstone