One Down

Last night was cake. Which surprises me as much as anyone. Watching my 10 month old son by myself I fully expected to be torture. (and I mean foreign country torture, not United States-level torture. But I digress.)

Our only fussy moment of the night came when we were at church. He made it almost all the way through the baby's bible class but then he got upset. It seemed when I got him that he was looking for Mommy. He did the same thing as we left the building after services were over. It was sweet and just a tiny bit heartbreaking.

Mommy will be back Friday afternoon, which means baby and me get to spend another night together tonight. My mother had graciously offered to watch him (of course she wouldn't just want him to herself would she? ;-P) and I considered the offer seriously. But ultimately I decided that I wanted to spend some bonding time with him. So far I in no way regret the decision, and grandmother is on tap to see him Saturday.

One more thing. This morning in my car on the way to his Super-Sitter, I kept glancing back over my shoulder to where he was in his car seat. And everytime I did he was looking at me and laughing. So we reach one of two conclusions, I need a haircut so bad I resemble Bozo the clown, or my son is just as happy as a lark in the mornings. Of course the answer is C) All of the above.

Having a morning baby is a blessing. Because mornings are hard enough on parents. I can't imagine goign through them with a fussy kid every day.

Hook'em Horns

I'm not a particular fan of the University of Texas Longhorns. But hey, our son has family in Texas, so we've got a few articles of orange in the closet.
This is his first Texas outfit. The recent cool weather has given us opportunity to dress him in his warmer outfits.

The boy has become quite an imitator, but only when he wants to. He's trying to imitate just about anything we say. But he's also taken to imitating Disney's Little Einsteins (a really great kids program.) He likes to imitate the "pat, pat, pat" the characters do. He's also waved, and enjoys playing with his lips and making noises.

For the next few days it's just baby and me as his mother has gone to a conference out of town. So it's a Daddy Test time. Pray for me, but pray harder for him!

Not Mo, Not Larry, Not Shemp, But...

CURLY!! This poor kid is working some major curls all of the sudden. Especially the rooster tail you see in the pictures. It's incredible because when his hair is wet, it goes down the length of his neck and touches his back just barely. But when it's dry, it curls back up into his head and his neck is completely uncovered.

You Musta Been a Beautiful Baby...

Putting aside our shame, my wife and I entered our son in a baby contest last month. I hesitated putting the picture up on here mostly because I don't want readers forming any poor opinions of us. We're just not the pageant types. But as the contest was at the community day of my hometown and my mother encouraged us to enter him we did.

The contest affirmed what we already knew. That our son was the cutest boy age 6-12 months in the community of Dundee, Ky. Ok, we may put him on a slightly higher pedastal than that. Especially considering he only had one opponent.

So I'll wax psychological here and wonder why there are people who "need" to put their children in contest. No, I'm not talking about baby contests. I think those are pretty harmless as a whole. Everyone thinks their baby is cute, so you ask some judge to confirm that. Well if they don't, you call them a backwards, nearsighted, yellow bellied coward of a hick and move on. No harm, no foul.

But the people who have been documented on HBO specials who envelope their children in "beauty" pageants. The example of the Ramsey family is the first that jumps to one's mind. But that's far too tragic a story to tread upon with such brevity. I just wonder if its something in the parents that needs to be fulfilled. Why do you need someone to confirm to you how special your child is?

I guess until I shrink and crawl inside the head of these folks, I'll just never know. So for now I'll assume we're not parents who "need" such confirmation. But for any Dundee-ans who are reading this, just know, we're number one! That's right!