Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Budding Artist

About a month ago, as I was picking Carter up from day care after work, Miss Kathy showed me some of the artwork that the kids had worked on that day. The day care providers erected a huge tree out of construction paper. The tree's limbs displayed it's fruit...plums. (Well, I assumed they were plums. I didn't want to ask and be corrected in front of the kids.)

When I lookd closer I saw that every plum had one of the children's names on it and when I looked even closer I could see that each child painted their own plum. Also, surrounding the tree were pictures of the children as they were painting.

I had almost forgotten about this until last week when I noticed that Carter's "parent information pocket" on the classroom door was stuffed. When I took out the contents, I found (to my pleasure), Carter's plum and pictures. I was so proud!

These will soon be framed and on semi-permenant display at the soon-to-be-open "CHS Art Studio". I anticipate more works of art soon.

Who knows, if the body of work grows considerably we may need to seek out a curator (hint, hint, Aunt Jules).

Thursday, September 17, 2009


As I was putting Carter to bed the other night, I started realizing just how much he’s changed in the short time since he has arrived.

I recall how we got up every hour and a half to feed & change him. Now the little guy is sleeping through the night.

It used to be that he was in the same exact position when he woke up as when he went to sleep. Now, by morning, he has totally spun around to face the opposite direction (I still question Nichole if she does this throughout the night, but she denies it).

When I bottle fed him I had to do it in ½ ounce increments as his little mouth and belly couldn’t hold that much. Now he polishes of 6-8 ounces in the bat of an eye and asks for more. He’s also started eating rice cereal, so it’s only a matter of time before he’s experiencing Dad’s cooking!

Speaking of eating, he is now practically holding his own bottle. Well, almost…he is constantly reaching up and swatting the bottle with his hands and holds them there for longer and longer lengths of time. I think it’s cute when he does it as I’m feeding him, but Nichole doesn’t find it to amusing when she has him. Actually, when he does this trick with her he reminds me of a young Sugar Ray Leonard working the speed bag in the gym!

It wasn’t long ago when all we would 9or could) dress him in was “premie” onesies and he would swim in them as well. Now he’s wearing t-shirts adorned with dogs and jeans or cover-alls. I’m even tempted to cut out the toes in his favorite jammies as they are suddenly too short.

He used to “only” speak to me with his huge beautiful eyes and was less verbose than Harpo Marx. Now he’s gurgling and laughing more and more. He gets most of my jokes and I get all of his (we obviously share the same sense of humor).

I know this is nothing novel or anything that hasn’t happened to anyone else, but it is amazing and scary at the same time how fast our little one can grow and change.

It makes me never want to take my eyes off of him.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

And now for my next impersonation...

...King Tut, The Boy King,

(Don't worry, a "real" post is coming soon.)
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Out for a trek on the Black River Trail

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