“THE” LINK August 28, 2009
Apparently some people have been having a hard time finding the link to the photo album for little RQ so here it is again (hint: click on the word here)
One of the biggest joy’s I get from the little guy so far (not that I can really narrow down the amount of joy he brings to a single action, activity or moment) is watching him figure things out. Like how at first he seemed to only be able to recognize Mon and I by the sound of our voice’s and now he can actually make us out through his intent blue eyes. Or how he can now use his hands for some good rather than just thrash around like he has two balloons full of helium at the end of his arms. Or how he can sometimes hold his head up without it bobbing instantly to one side or the other (or into one shoulder or the other). He has started holding on to Mom’s shirt when he is in her arms, especially when he is eating (I guess he doesn’t want to miss a drop). Or his noises, oh the noises he makes, and not just crying. Now he coo’s from time time and every now then I swear I hear a laugh (or maybe it’s just him spitting up), but is sounds like laughter. It is all very reassuring as well as fun for me to witness these activities, it makes me realize that the wheels are really turning in there, he is actually growing right in front of our eye’s even though we can’t see it physically from day to day, to see him progress so quickly mentally is certainly an awe inspiring thing. Not that I want him to grow too fast (like our puppy Ruby did, I swear she went from 12 pounds to 85 over night), but it is really cool to witness and we’re just at the beginning. So keep turning those wheels just go easy on the gas pedal buddy.
(I knew all the fish/fish oil/omega supplements would pay off!)
Oh yeah, and I have to show the newest addition to his world of comfort!!
(courtesy of M&B)
The life in a day. August 19, 2009
Seeing as how up ’til now I have only written of my own thoughts and feelings toward to Ronin and fatherhood, I thought I would offer up a glimpse into what he has been up to.
Here it is: Eat, sleep, _____ (I’ll let you use your own expletive for that one), and then eat some more. Well, there are those brief in between moments when is he very alert and awake and doing stuff like perfecting his blue steel pose (he does it to a T, Derrick Zoolander would be proud), laughing at the sound and/or feeling of passing some gas, making incredibly adorable ooh-ing and ahh-ing noises, flailing his arms and legs in a very swimmingly manner (this one makes me especially proud). And then there is what I believe to be his favorite activity: peeing on Mama and Papa while trying to change his diaper. It’s like his sixth sense, “ooh I really have to pee but, maybe I should hold it until I can have an unrestricted stream”. Not that I mind being pee’d on but, he has certainly turned it into a game (and he always wins). Yes, I know of the pee-pee tee-pee’s and I will probably be going out to buy some but I had always thought they were so lame and ridiculous and expensive and ugh. But now I must give in and pitch a tent over the body spray.
I must say that aside from the target practice mentioned above he is a very gentlemanly little boy. He likes to raise his hand to let us know he is ready to get out of his car seat. He almost always sits in his swing and car seat with his hands nicely folded across his lap, he waits until he is done eating and “excused from the table” to burp and spit up. It’s funny to think of a being that is unable to control his bodily functions having manners but, if they can or do I believe he does.
That’s pretty much it, he does not “do” much else at this point. Not that he’s supposed to but, don’t be surprised if the majority of posts for a while are about my perspective on things. Eventually he will be providing you with some great stories of his own happenings. Until then here is yet another image of one of his pasatiempos favoritos
Home Cooking August 13, 2009
I was lucky enough to grow up in a household where cooking and baking were part of the daily activities. We didn’t know what the blue box or pillsbury crescents were. I can remember many of days sitting and watching Julia, Yan-Can, and Jeff Smith (AKA the Frugal Gourmet) with my dad and wanting nothing more to be able to one day slice, dice and chop with the speed, precision and pizazz of these masters. I feel as though I have grown into a decent home chef who can throw together an elegant meal and, with my lovely bride on the dessert station, can complete a nice 3-5 course dinner without any major hiccups. The past ten months though had us cooking a different kind of main course (well I just mainly helped with the prep). To watch your child grow up in the womb is an incredible journey unto itself, starting with nothing more than a blob (a gummy bear holding a balloon as the OB put it). Then, all of a sudden morphing in a really small version of a baby that you watch move around on a 24″ flat panel TV in some posh doctors office. It’s not a little gummy bear anymore. There are hands and feet and a head and fingers, oh my. Legs and arms and facial expressions (or so it seemed) and he’s moving and groovin’ and maybe even a little stubborn about letting us get a good look (he must take after his papa a bit). Is it too hot? too cold? or just right in there? Should we have used convection? Are you getting evenly cooked? I started asking myself these questions (well maybe not the convection one but the others I did). It’s not like you can just open the oven door and stick a toothpick in to see how it’s cooking. So I found myself getting a little nervous as the time came for the bun to removed from the oven, is he done? What if he needed another couple days? What cooking school did you go again Doc? Then out he came, done to perfection (Julia would be proud), I can hear her saying “Life itself is the proper binge”, and she was right, I will binge on this little life for the next…, well lets just say many of years.
I can’t wait to start spending time with Ronin in the kitchen the way my parents did with me. Who knows, maybe one day he will spend 9 months helping out with his own main course (which will be just dessert for us). So to your future, we raise our glass’ Ronin.
Winning the game August 11, 2009
One of the first things we would hear people say after mentioning we would be having a baby was “you know this changes the game” or “life as you know it is over”. While somewhat accurate I would like to add my thoughts on this. Indeed everything does change, and rapidly at that. Even the past nine months begin to feel like a long weekend. Then in a blink of an eye you’re at the hospital and the nurses are handing this little swaddled bundle of joy to you and you realize just how real everything is. He/She (he in our case) is there in your arms, breathing in life for the first time. It was at this moment that I felt like I just hit a game winning home run. I was ready to head into the locker room and retire from whatever sport my life had been up until now. All of the things I thought I would miss seem like a distant ship on the horizon. It’s not to say that I don’t still want to enjoy all of the same activities I always have but, rather that if by chance I don’t get the opportunity to climb, swim, hike, bike or whatever as much as I used to I will have absolutely no problem with that. I’m sure that a retired swimmer or baseball player still enjoys some laps in the pool or throwing the ball around but that feeling of necessity is gone. That is how I feel, the game has been won, if you want to get a casual pickup game going in the parking lot later, sure, I’ll try and make it. But as far as regular season play is concerned, I’ll sit this one out.