One year old today...
Showing posts with label Firsts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Firsts. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Boy's first haircut
He was starting to look like a little hippy. Now his hair is high and tight. Oo-rah!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Joseph's first Oktoberfest...
In keeping with the theme of the latest spate of videos, this doesn't have much to do with anything. But if you're into German oom-pa-pa music, this one's for you.
By the way, do YOU go to a church that hosts an Oktoberfest complete with beer, roast pig and a live German band? No? You should. Call me and we'll get you signed up for RCIA. ;-)
By the way, do YOU go to a church that hosts an Oktoberfest complete with beer, roast pig and a live German band? No? You should. Call me and we'll get you signed up for RCIA. ;-)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Joseph's first B.A.S.E. jump
It went well, actually. No broken bones, no cuts, scrapes, and just the smallest hint of a bruise.
The location: his crib. I was on the phone with Judie when it happened, yes, driving down the road. All of a sudden she starts screaming "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I'll call you late--" and then she hung up, but not before I heard my 8-month-old son, my world, screaming in pain.
What does one do in such a situation? One drives in a straight line, stunned, imagining the most horrible things. Intruders...terrorists, no doubt...gas line rupture...building collapse...suffocating, hardening gel-like substance piped in by an evil multi-national corporation. (We've perhaps watched too much "Fringe.")
As it turned out, the little guy managed to climb over the railing of his crib, a feat we didn't expect for another month at least. Forensic analysis indicates that he probably folded himself over the rail, flopped forward, and did one complete rotation on the way down. He probably hit his head on the base of the crib, too.
Thankfully Judie called me before the road curved and I drove through a McDonalds. He was pretty PO'd, but alright. Since then his head has bounced off a variety of surfaces, and I'm pleased to see that it's made of material stronger than wood, tile, thin carpet and cabinets.
Post-script: My mom likes to tell the story, usually when trying to motivate me somehow, that I never learned how to crawl out of my crib. She'd ask me why I never tried to (so presumably I never learned to escape even after I'd developed my language skills), and I would answer, "I caaaaan't." That's been a common theme in my life.
So, good job, Joe! You've already surpassed your old man well before the one-year mark.
I might as well give it up and put on some diapers.
The location: his crib. I was on the phone with Judie when it happened, yes, driving down the road. All of a sudden she starts screaming "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I'll call you late--" and then she hung up, but not before I heard my 8-month-old son, my world, screaming in pain.
What does one do in such a situation? One drives in a straight line, stunned, imagining the most horrible things. Intruders...terrorists, no doubt...gas line rupture...building collapse...suffocating, hardening gel-like substance piped in by an evil multi-national corporation. (We've perhaps watched too much "Fringe.")
As it turned out, the little guy managed to climb over the railing of his crib, a feat we didn't expect for another month at least. Forensic analysis indicates that he probably folded himself over the rail, flopped forward, and did one complete rotation on the way down. He probably hit his head on the base of the crib, too.
Thankfully Judie called me before the road curved and I drove through a McDonalds. He was pretty PO'd, but alright. Since then his head has bounced off a variety of surfaces, and I'm pleased to see that it's made of material stronger than wood, tile, thin carpet and cabinets.
Post-script: My mom likes to tell the story, usually when trying to motivate me somehow, that I never learned how to crawl out of my crib. She'd ask me why I never tried to (so presumably I never learned to escape even after I'd developed my language skills), and I would answer, "I caaaaan't." That's been a common theme in my life.
So, good job, Joe! You've already surpassed your old man well before the one-year mark.
I might as well give it up and put on some diapers.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Watch those hands...
Last night Joseph grabbed a toy from Mommy's hand. It wasn't a quick or particularly coordinated grab, but it was a movement conducted with determination and will. He tried to celebrate by eating it.
Sometimes I feel like a scientist scribbling notes on a clipboard when I watch him. Or, maybe I just feel like a dad as I stare in wonder at this little, perfect creation.
Coming soon: video of him giggling at the word "zerbert."
Sometimes I feel like a scientist scribbling notes on a clipboard when I watch him. Or, maybe I just feel like a dad as I stare in wonder at this little, perfect creation.
Coming soon: video of him giggling at the word "zerbert."
Sunday, April 6, 2008
First bath...and he didn't like it much...
He's since learned to be a normal boy--a fish--but the first time wasn't so great.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Joseph's first laugh
Just got a call from Judie--Joseph went into a milk coma after his third or fifth bender of the day, but he started laughing in the middle of his sleep. Judie cooed at him and he kept rumbling a little. Everyone say it with me:
"Awwwwwww."
I wonder if there's any significance in the fact that he got giggly at 4:20. Hmmm...
"Awwwwwww."
I wonder if there's any significance in the fact that he got giggly at 4:20. Hmmm...
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Joseph's First Smile
Remember this date: 3.16.08.
The day our little boy woke up in my arms and smiled--smiled so big and bright I thought the sun rose in my living room.
Excuse me while I go thank God for 12 hours or so for this child...
The day our little boy woke up in my arms and smiled--smiled so big and bright I thought the sun rose in my living room.
Excuse me while I go thank God for 12 hours or so for this child...
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