Just To See You Smile

As I enter week number three on the whole "weekend-dad" ordeal I'm realizing a few things. One, not being able to see him daily is tougher than I had expected. I knew I would miss him, but it's not just seeing him, it's also his contagious happiness, giving him baths, and making him laugh. Two, I can't imagine how Krissi does the daily routine of taking care of Colden, herself and the house all by herself. It's a lot of work when there are two of us to split the duties so I know it's work tackling it all solo. I'm in awe and so proud of her. And three, the apartment is SMALL! Walking into the house last Friday was like walking into a mansion by comparison. Twelve months like this will be a little cozy with three people and two dogs.

No major milestones to mention this week. Colden is working on sitting up by himself and rolling over from his stomach to his back. We will place him on his belly and he will make a solid effort for about twenty seconds. Like his mother he gets flustered at things that don't come naturally right away, so after the initial twenty he's done. With him red in the face and fists clenched we'll roll him over. Once he is reunited with his feet he's all smiles. He's getting a voice. His squeals and giggles give us a small insight to the sounds of his first words. I foresee the days of paper, rock, scissors soon determining who changes the "presents" Colden makes for us. He is slowly perfecting the one that is going to make me hurl. Enjoy the pics.

Chris

It's Been Awhile

Wow, it has been almost a month since my last entry. I've been commuting from Garland to Sherman up until this last Monday, so between that and getting ready to move there has been little time to sit down and write. Ok there is my excuse, now on with info about the boy.

As always he's continuing to grow and everyday he is doing more and more "big boy" things. He started reaching for things like his bottle and toys. As enjoyable as those are to watch, nothing beats when he leans toward and reaches for one of us. He is eating and drinking more and more. In this abundance of feeding, I've learned that his favorite place to expel the overfill is on me. He enjoys waiting for me to let down my guard before he makes a Rorschach ink blot test out of my shirt. So far I've seen a bird, rabbit and Elvis. These "attacks" have no warning, no little gag, burp, or siren. He just opens his mouth and BLAM! On my shirt. Thanks kid. I think the first page in any parenting book should say: Be prepared to have one or more of the following on you at any given time: pee, poop, spit, slobber, vomit, snot, boogers, and excess formula and food. Why don't they sell haz-mat suits at Baby's-R-Us? This barrage of baby ammo is easily forgiven the moment he tilts his head and gives you his million dollar smirk. He is laughing more which means we are laughing more. He seems to be such a happy boy and you can't help but feel good about that. 

I'll only be able to see him mainly on the weekends until he and Kris move up here, so I'm pretty bummed about that. I scared I'm going to miss so much, but thankfully it is only going to be for a short time. So the updates I give ya'll will be from these weekends or second hand from Krissi. Heeeeerrrrrrrrrre's Colden!

Chris