Our boy is pretty funny.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Well, we made it through Colden's first holiday shuffle with barely a scratch. He scored big from Santa as was expected and will probably continue this trend for years to come. Unfortunately, he didn't get the new 72 inch flat screen he wanted, but hey, there's always next year. In hind sight, we could of saved big and just wrapped empty boxes or maybe wrapped a pot and wooden spoon from the kitchen. Yes, he has discovered his inner drummer. He enjoyed the wrapping paper, although the taste of it left something to be desired. All in all, Christmas was a lot of fun and I look forward to the day he is peeing his pants for Christmas morning to come, instead of just peeing his pants. 

He is more mobile than ever, mastering the butt roll and climbing over everything. We have already had to lower his crib once and the final lowering is coming soon. It was pretty funny walking into his room in the morning to find him standing up and looking over the edge of his crib. I know he is making mental notes for his escape (planned for later this year). His crawling still needs some work, but I think he just wants to skip that step and go straight to walking. He likes to stand and is learning to fall gracefully on his rear. The falls, however, make his diaper deposits that much more enjoyable to clean .

Yes, he did wear a tux for his first New Year's Eve party. He figures if you are only partying till 8, then you better look better than everyone in the room. New Year's for us this year was the first where the stroke of midnight meant that our bedtime was soon to follow. We made it to a little before 2am before we made ourselves go to bed. And just like clock work Colden was up at 6:30am to wish us a "Happy New Year!" Sorry about the big gap in time between posts, this parenthood thing gets more and more time consuming. There is another post with just pictures after this one. Enjoy the pics.

Chris

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Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting

I know, I know it has been over a month since my last post, but between Cancun and officially moving everything, that will fit, to Sherman there hasn't been a lot of free time. Cancun was fun, but as Krissi soon learned it's hard to leave the little booger and not see him for a week. He changes daily it seems. He wakes up every morning with a new ability. At this rate we should hit calculus by spring. 

He sits with confidence now and moves with more control. He has begun screaming "da daaa da daa dada" a lot and that will never get old. He is eating baby food regularly and watching his face as he figures out these new tastes is great. His favorites tend to be turkey and sweet potatoes and all fruits. We have also found out that he enjoys wearing green peas more than eating them. He is still a drool factory and I can't figure out how he doesn't dehydrate himself with the amount of fluids that are constantly leaving his face. Along with talking and crawling, I think he is teaching himself self defense. I have been throat chopped, eye gouged and he has fish hooked my nostrils on several occasions. He had also perfected the hair pull on Krissi and my favorite... the testicular river dance. 

He is extremely ticklish and his laugh makes tickling him addictive. Tickle him too long though and he resorts to one of the moves mentioned above. Consider that a warning. I will set up another post with just pictures to try and to catch up. Enjoy the pics.

Chris  

Brass Monkey

I love Halloween. I've always really liked Halloween: the candy, dressing up, and a month of scary movies on t.v. But now I LOVE it. I knew dressing Colden up, even if it was against his will, would be loads of fun, but this much fun, come on! He enthusiastically donned his costume and, in true Colden form, began his barrage of facial expressions. I peed my pants! Nuff said. The pics are funny, but to see him waddle around raises it to a whole new level. It's a shame he is growing so fast that this costume will only last a few more weeks, but I'll get every laugh I can out of it.

 On top of the enjoyment I get from his new alter ego, he has started real food. I use the term real food loosely. It says green beans on the container, it smell like green beans, but I wouldn't be able to eat much of it myself. I guess it's like baby birds when their mothers chew up the worm then puke it into the baby birds mouth. The green bean fu-man-chu that he wears through out the feeding is comedy gold. It is hard for me to wipe him clean because it's so much funnier with it on. He has also worn a pea mustache and a banana beard. He is slowly becoming a master of disguise. He has enjoyed the things he has been exposed to so far, although he always makes a disgusted face at first while he figures out if he likes what is being shoveled into his mouth.

He has also mastered rolling over. Correction, he mastered rolling over from his back to stomach. The return trip is still being perfected. I'm so proud. I missed his debut, but he was very willing to do multiple repeat performances. He is also "talking" more and more. I think I heard "Daa Daa" and maybe "poo", but that might be wishful thinking on my part. Enjoy the pics.

Chris

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