I'll huff and I'll puff...

from G.K. Chesterton

A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life.
Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free,
therefore they want things repeated and unchanged.
They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead.
For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.
But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony.
It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the Sun;
and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that make all daisies alike;
it may be God makes every daisy separately, but he has never got tired of making them.
It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy;
for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

Kellan plays soccer

Lip Smackin' Good

This may be one of those home movies that only parents can adore, but I thought we'd share anyway...just in case.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

You make me so happy Dad! Happy 32nd Birthday!!! Me and Mommy love you so so much.

Quick Mom! Before I lose it!

On Sunday, Daddy got Kellan to sit up for a little minute while skyping with Grandma and Grandpa Cooney. I wouldn't say he is sitting for real just yet but he's almost there...

6 months old!

No better way to celebrate being 6 months old than a first trip to the Zoo!

Mom gets brave and snaps a pic of a baboon sleeping against the glass...

I agree with Mom...monkeys are weird.

Lions in love...

Even though I thought the other kids were far more interesting than the animals, I had fun!

Gimme the Food!

Kellan is now a chowhound. Breastmilk is quickly becoming a distant second to pears which I use to also get carrots in as well as sweet potatoes, prunes, bananas...even peaches can't compare to the love for the pears.
He recognizes the jars now and can barely contain himself when it comes time to eat, which if he had it his way would be ALL THE TIME.

This One's For You!

For all the Kellan fans out there who need a lil' something to get through the day...

Skip! Hop!

Aunt Amy and Uncle Dave gave Kellan a Skip Hop play mat for Christmas...it's a gem! You can make it any size, configure any design you want and Kellan thinks it's the coolest. He wore himself out inchworming across it!

First Swing

Kellan went in a swing for the first time just before Christmas but we couldn't post pics because they were part of Daddy's Christmas present for his new office. Someone LOVES the swing...

Happy New Year!

Feet taste good.

Christmas Highlight Reel

gift number one...

tastes really good.

wow! that's for me?

my first teddy bear

cowboy boots!

SENSATIONAL!!!

Merry Christmas!

4 days of Christmas

It has finally arrived! I have been telling Kellan that Daddy will soon be off work for a few days to celebrate his first Christmas and it starts tomorrow...we get to have him home, warm and cozy, for four whole days. Merry merry, most merry Christmas...

I can't resist...

The Tootsie Seat

Kellan has stared at his feet since birth. He has not, until now though, been able to grab them. But he stares at them every day like, "what are those things?"

We put him in a Bumbo seat to help get him upright for some Christmas photos and suddenly he realized he could reach his feet sitting this way...life changing stuff, I tell ya.

Mr. Mom

Some days, like today, I know that I DON'T know what I'm doing. I feel like Michael Keaton in Mr. Mom where he tries to take care of the house and kids while his wife goes to work, and all he does is create one disaster after another.

There are some days where I am exactly that character. Kevin will come home and ask how my day was and I'll say something like, "crazy," or "hmmm....good." And it's usually because there has been an "event"...some tornado it took me all day to ride out and I avoid bringing it up in case it hears me and wants to come back.

Example: Kellan did not poop for 3 days. That's a long time to build up the reserves. So yesterday, when he finally exploded, I was anticipating it...it came as no shock, but it was HORRENDOUS, needless to say (but I'm saying it anyway because it was HORRENDOUS.) Up the neck, all over the clothes, me and him both had to strip down and get in the bath...Storm over. Back to play.

But today, as I'm wrapping Christmas presents and Kellan is screaming because his teeth hurt, he gets quiet. He makes his "uh-oh" face at me and then I hear it. I drop the scissors and ribbon and scoop him up, run into his room and yesterday starts to happen all over again.

Except today, I wasn't on my game. Poop got on the crib bumpers, the crib, the sheets...you get my point. Kellan got his hands in it, stuck his foot in his diaper...the whole episode was atomic. To really exhibit my lack of control, and in true Mr. Mom fashion, I think it's a great idea to put the crib bumpers in the wash. But did you know that crib bumpers that are an inch-and-a-half thick and wrap the circumference of a crib do NOT fit in the machine without the machine hopping across the laundry room floor?

And now, walking back into the living room, back to my pile of Christmas projects that just make the house look like a mess, I realize that when Kevin gets home and asks me how it went, I should probably explain exactly what "crazy" means.

What's so "merry" about it?

P.S.

Kellan ate his first meal out of the same bowl his daddy had his first meal in back in 1979...and the brilliant little man--in-the-moon spoon came from his Auntie Amy and Uncle Dave for his baptism. Both made the first meal so much sweeter.

I hope you are full of food and love and sweet dreams every day, Kellan.