October 31, 2008
October 30, 2008
I'm Tired So You Get Pictures Vol. 11
Viddy the pixels, my droogs.
==================
My friend Jennifer recently stopped by with her daughter T to get her fix of Young Old. I don't blame her; he is addicting.
A rare treat for Young Old. Rather than listen to Papa Old drone on and on while reading that godawful boring blah blah fucking blah out of his Harper's magazine, he was able to feast his eyes and ears upon something a bit more age appropriate. By the way, Portland's library system is wonderful. They sent us a free kid's book in the mail as a way to encourage early reading for the budding bookworm. Thanks nerds!
Really, though, Young Old loves to be read to, sitting there raptly at attention, eyes scanning the colors and shapes, ears pricked for the droll sounds emanating from our lips.
Mama K fresh home from work, soaking up her Baby Boy, whom she misses so dearly throughout the day. Don't worry, Mama K, he knows you love him...
As you can see from the boxes stacked against the wall behind these two angelic faces, we are in the midst of a serious packing effort, in preparation for the closing on our first home sometime tomorrow or early next week. Wish us luck, because frankly it scares the hell out of me how unbelievably crazy we are for doing this in the middle of our nation's current financial Armageddon. *inhale* Breath Old, breath.
Frisco the Cat was very pleased with herself for staging this boycott of Young Old's thievery of her adult playmates' attention. Mama K went to use her breast shield (a form of body armor utilized to protect against Young Old's Jaws-like chompers), and found Frisco the Cat's favorite mouse cuddling with the faux-nipple. Good kitty, way to stick it to the WoMan.
==================
My friend Jennifer recently stopped by with her daughter T to get her fix of Young Old. I don't blame her; he is addicting.
A rare treat for Young Old. Rather than listen to Papa Old drone on and on while reading that godawful boring blah blah fucking blah out of his Harper's magazine, he was able to feast his eyes and ears upon something a bit more age appropriate. By the way, Portland's library system is wonderful. They sent us a free kid's book in the mail as a way to encourage early reading for the budding bookworm. Thanks nerds!
Really, though, Young Old loves to be read to, sitting there raptly at attention, eyes scanning the colors and shapes, ears pricked for the droll sounds emanating from our lips.
Mama K fresh home from work, soaking up her Baby Boy, whom she misses so dearly throughout the day. Don't worry, Mama K, he knows you love him...
As you can see from the boxes stacked against the wall behind these two angelic faces, we are in the midst of a serious packing effort, in preparation for the closing on our first home sometime tomorrow or early next week. Wish us luck, because frankly it scares the hell out of me how unbelievably crazy we are for doing this in the middle of our nation's current financial Armageddon. *inhale* Breath Old, breath.
Frisco the Cat was very pleased with herself for staging this boycott of Young Old's thievery of her adult playmates' attention. Mama K went to use her breast shield (a form of body armor utilized to protect against Young Old's Jaws-like chompers), and found Frisco the Cat's favorite mouse cuddling with the faux-nipple. Good kitty, way to stick it to the WoMan.
October 29, 2008
Young Old, The Movie III
Enjoy this very charming and very sideways video of Nessa Bug and Young Old having an absolute ball. Also, a few other pictures from our visit to Bellingham, WA:
October 28, 2008
Belly Bedlam in Bellingham
Our weekend in Bellingham was a bit of a self-induced whirlwind. You see, I just had to hit up all of my favorite grub joints, despite said locations numbering well above the number of meals that we'd be eating while in town. Boomer's Burgers, La Fiama, The Bagelry, Mallard's Ice Cream, and the Boundary Bay Brewery were just a few of the items on our "to-do" list. We hit pretty much everything, even with doing breakfast at Auntie Annie's each day, and enjoying a dinner with her folks (Mary and Brian, it was a pleasure, as always!). The few remaining hours when we weren't stuffing our faces and drowning our bellies, we mostly hung around the house letting Nessa Bug bask in Young Old's cuteness. "He's so cute!" was easily her favored saying during our stay. Young Old was great the entire trip, barely crying, limiting his fussiness to a manageable level, and mostly spent his time staring at Nessa Bug with wide delighted eyes, thinking she was just the most entertaining person he'd yet experienced. When the younglings were slumbering, Mama K and I got in some much needed adult conversation time with Auntie Annie...thanks, girl, it's nice to know we can still communicate using complex words rather than relying exclusively on grunts and long vowel sounds.
All in all, it was a great visit, and thanks go out to Auntie Annie and Nessa Bug for sharing their space with the three of us. Hope we didn't disrupt the routine much. Much love to the two of you (and Richard!).
A few pictures:
All in all, it was a great visit, and thanks go out to Auntie Annie and Nessa Bug for sharing their space with the three of us. Hope we didn't disrupt the routine much. Much love to the two of you (and Richard!).
A few pictures:
October 27, 2008
Hi From Nessa
[I recently received this email from Nessa Bug, regarding our visit at her and Auntie Annie's home last week. Thought I'd share it with all of you, it's that cute. She's six years old, almost seven this next month. -Ed.]
==========
I had a fun time with baby [Young Old] this weekend. He is the cutest baby in the whole wide world . I just want to give him all the love. It was so fun to have him come over. He is a squirm a sauras .not a snuggle sauras . He is just a monkey .
LOVE YA
NESSA BUG
==========
We love you, too, Nessa. Young Old misses you already!
==========
I had a fun time with baby [Young Old] this weekend. He is the cutest baby in the whole wide world . I just want to give him all the love. It was so fun to have him come over. He is a squirm a sauras .not a snuggle sauras . He is just a monkey .
LOVE YA
NESSA BUG
==========
We love you, too, Nessa. Young Old misses you already!
October 26, 2008
Young Old's First Adventure
Having decided that we had been neglecting our friends up north in Bellingham, Washington for entirely too long, combined with the fact that we had been adventure-starved ever since the little man was bestowed upon us, we decided to head out on a four-day round trip journey by train to visit our dear friend Auntie Annie and her daughter Nessa Bug. This was to be Young Old's first rail voyage, unfortunate only in that it was not a proper "riding of the rails" filled with tramps, fleas, cop pursuits and knife fights. Ah well...all the same, it was a grand trip, Mama K and I enjoying the magnificent scenery scrolling past our window, Young Old seeing how many times he could vomit and shit his drawers within a six hour time span. Really, though, taking the train beat driving any day. We didn't have to stop and pull over every 30 minutes to feed or change the little guy, potentially making a 5 1/2 hour drive into an 8 hour nightmare. The Amtrak train has a diner car fully-stocked with tasty nibblets and life-warming coffee slurps. Onboard bathrooms left something to be desired in the sanitation department, but all the same, saved us time as we never stopped getting closer to our final destination. We'd also like to think we were being environmentally friendly by utilizing this oldest form of mass transit, though I'm not sure what powers these suckers...steam, coal, the blood of gypsies? All in all, the round trip tickets for Mama K, Young Old, and I came to $60; no complaints there. Hands down, this is my favored method of travel from here on out.
More on the trip tomorrow. Until then, here are a few photos from the beginning of our journey out of Union Station aboard the Cascade Express.
Choo choo.
=========
I always vowed that I'd never be that guy, you know, the Dad with twelve bags. And yet here we are, lugging around enough supplies and rations to feed and cloth an army for six months of jungle warfare.
Young Old, waiting for the train to arrive, says "Boooooring. Let's get this show on the road, folks."
Boarding the metallic beast of burden.
Young Old, future hobo.
More on the trip tomorrow. Until then, here are a few photos from the beginning of our journey out of Union Station aboard the Cascade Express.
Choo choo.
=========
I always vowed that I'd never be that guy, you know, the Dad with twelve bags. And yet here we are, lugging around enough supplies and rations to feed and cloth an army for six months of jungle warfare.
Young Old, waiting for the train to arrive, says "Boooooring. Let's get this show on the road, folks."
Boarding the metallic beast of burden.
Young Old, future hobo.
October 24, 2008
October 23, 2008
Papa Old Crashes
A week or so ago, Mama K came home from work to find the first floor of our apartment unexpectedly vacant. Upon calling out my name and getting no response, she walked up the stairs, peeked into the bedroom to witness this scene:
The previous night had been a late one, not even hitting the pillow until after 3:00am, then waking up the next morning around 7:00am when Young Old demanded some belly-fill. Horrible diaper rash, full-bore growth spurt, hourly feedings, explosive gas, and diaper change after diaper change (literally, I changed his diaper four times in a row...just when the clean one was on, BAM!, insta-shitty pants). This all added up to a very tired Daddy Old, and a very cranky Young Old who gave me the "Get your effing hands off of me" look every time I attempted to put him down for a nap. Finally, exhaustion stalled my engine...propping an alert and grumpy Boy next to me, I snuggled up and passed out, my hand gripping the youngun's waist so he couldn't sneak off and shoot birds with his pellet gun. I'm not sure how long we were there, but damn, it sure was heart-warming looking back at these pictures.
The previous night had been a late one, not even hitting the pillow until after 3:00am, then waking up the next morning around 7:00am when Young Old demanded some belly-fill. Horrible diaper rash, full-bore growth spurt, hourly feedings, explosive gas, and diaper change after diaper change (literally, I changed his diaper four times in a row...just when the clean one was on, BAM!, insta-shitty pants). This all added up to a very tired Daddy Old, and a very cranky Young Old who gave me the "Get your effing hands off of me" look every time I attempted to put him down for a nap. Finally, exhaustion stalled my engine...propping an alert and grumpy Boy next to me, I snuggled up and passed out, my hand gripping the youngun's waist so he couldn't sneak off and shoot birds with his pellet gun. I'm not sure how long we were there, but damn, it sure was heart-warming looking back at these pictures.
October 22, 2008
I'm Tired So You Get Pictures Vol. 10
You know the drill. Very little sleep, no energy to write, lots of cute pictures.
We both win.
========================
Like I said, this kid is growing up in a major way. Holding his own bottle? Sheesh. Next thing we know, he'll be stealing the car (just make sure you fill it up before you bring it back, son).
Young Old and Grandpa Alaska enjoying a deeply intellectual mind-reading session.
He's a happy one, that's for sure.
Auntie Ren displaying Young Old's bath cocoon.
It was great having you, Auntie Ren and Grandpa Alaska. Thanks for bonding with The Boy; thirty years from now, I'm sure he, too, will appreciate it.
We both win.
========================
Like I said, this kid is growing up in a major way. Holding his own bottle? Sheesh. Next thing we know, he'll be stealing the car (just make sure you fill it up before you bring it back, son).
Young Old and Grandpa Alaska enjoying a deeply intellectual mind-reading session.
He's a happy one, that's for sure.
Auntie Ren displaying Young Old's bath cocoon.
It was great having you, Auntie Ren and Grandpa Alaska. Thanks for bonding with The Boy; thirty years from now, I'm sure he, too, will appreciate it.
October 21, 2008
Lunar Cycle No.2
[Apologies for the unexplained absence, loyal readers. Mama K and I took Young Old on a train journey to Bellingham, Washington last Friday, and only just returned last night. More on the trip later once photos are downloaded. Now on to our regular broadcasting... -Ed.]
The little brain goblin controlling Young Old's growth recently hit the "Overdrive" button. Our little son has become not so little anymore, adding a handful of inches over this time last month, and almost doubling his weight, likely the result of his voracious mammary-milk appetite. Sometimes I have to remind myself how much I'd be eating if I was shooting for close to 400 lbs. by next month. His muscle mass is expanding at a ridiculous rate, allowing him to hold his head up as long as he'd like, to stand up with very little assistance, and to sock me so hard my eye bleeds. He's discovered his fingers, and has begun to hold his pacifier in place and assist with holding up his milk bottle. He's also fascinated by everything he brushes up against, running his fingers through my beard, grabbing onto his own hair, and attempting to yank his ears off. The same goes for the tongue...anything remotely close to his mouth now gets the tongue treatment...jab jab, lick lick. Often, he simply tests the air like a cobra, attempting to locate unwary prey, like the lens of my glasses. Our favorite part about whatever milestones he's nailing is the new found method of verbal communication. His eewing, grunting, gurgling, aahing, and coooing strike a chord in whichever brain region of ours is responsible for smiles and laughter. We literally burst into love giggles whenever he decides he wants to give this whole "talk" thing a spin. Lately, we've been holding cooing conversations for ten, twenty minutes at a time. The Boy and I are bonding, and it feels great whenever I step into the room and he looks straight into my eyes and gives me a huge smile, then proceeds to babble what I hope is a "Don't worry, Dad. You're doing just fine."
Young Old at two months:
The little brain goblin controlling Young Old's growth recently hit the "Overdrive" button. Our little son has become not so little anymore, adding a handful of inches over this time last month, and almost doubling his weight, likely the result of his voracious mammary-milk appetite. Sometimes I have to remind myself how much I'd be eating if I was shooting for close to 400 lbs. by next month. His muscle mass is expanding at a ridiculous rate, allowing him to hold his head up as long as he'd like, to stand up with very little assistance, and to sock me so hard my eye bleeds. He's discovered his fingers, and has begun to hold his pacifier in place and assist with holding up his milk bottle. He's also fascinated by everything he brushes up against, running his fingers through my beard, grabbing onto his own hair, and attempting to yank his ears off. The same goes for the tongue...anything remotely close to his mouth now gets the tongue treatment...jab jab, lick lick. Often, he simply tests the air like a cobra, attempting to locate unwary prey, like the lens of my glasses. Our favorite part about whatever milestones he's nailing is the new found method of verbal communication. His eewing, grunting, gurgling, aahing, and coooing strike a chord in whichever brain region of ours is responsible for smiles and laughter. We literally burst into love giggles whenever he decides he wants to give this whole "talk" thing a spin. Lately, we've been holding cooing conversations for ten, twenty minutes at a time. The Boy and I are bonding, and it feels great whenever I step into the room and he looks straight into my eyes and gives me a huge smile, then proceeds to babble what I hope is a "Don't worry, Dad. You're doing just fine."
Young Old at two months:
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
