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I don't know what to blog about? ??? I hope Logan sleeps well tonight. I hope he has sweet dreams in which his teeth feel good. I hope he is easily soothed back to sleep if he does wake up. I'm tired. Good night.

I Know The Picture Is Sideways

Doesn't it look cool like that?

Don't Spit Food at Dad

Logan has this endearing habit. He likes to blow raspberries when he is getting fed rice cereal. We've tried to discourage the habit, but sometimes it's so funny that we can't help but laugh at the silly boy. Logan knows that we have mixed emotions about it so he continues to purse those little lips on occasion when he is getting fed. Today, I decided to put some orange juice into his rice cereal instead of the normal apple or banana. He didn't seem too keen on it at first, but eventually he ate a few spoonfuls. And then, he decided he didn't want anymore. That's when he blew out a big mouthful and spat it all on his father, coating my pants, shirt, and face with a slurry of rice cereal, formula, and orange juice. I didn't find it very funny this time. I told him "no" sternly, and he pursed his little lip. Did he stop spitting his food at me? No. But Daddy soon wised up and just stopped feeding him.

"Take That Table Downstairs NOW!"

Seconds ago Logan did a major header, falling backwards into our metal and glass table. A very loud "thunk" reverberated through the living room as his head contacted the metal leg. He cried for all of 15 seconds, but it scared the crap out of Carly and I...perhaps even more so than the virus I had the other day. Anyway, we put some frozen vegetables on the back of his head, but he doesn't seem affected in the least.

While getting the vegetables out of the freezer, Carly yells at me and repeats, "take that table downstairs now." I had mentioned that we should get rid of it, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to get rid of it since it's our only table up here. Now she is positive she wants it downstairs, and I agree. Where are we going to do all our computer business now?

Better and Worse

I feel much better today. The morning was a bit shaky, and last night I didn't sleep well, but I felt good enough to put in a wood floor in the basement. My parents are getting new floors and I was lucky enough to get their old hand-me-down floor. It looks pretty good I do have to say.

Carly on the other hand is getting what I had, we think. She started to feel not so good at lunch at work and is now plopped on the couch under a blanket. I feel her pain.

Logan is pretty much status quo. He seems happy but still has the nasty poops. What he lacked in blow-outs today he made up for in frequency. I think I changed at least 10 diapers today. The stuff is so potent smelling that the slightest amount in his diaper is horrific. I took him to the pediatrician just in case, and she wasn't worried...told me to follow the b.r.a.t. diet...bananas, rice, apples, and something that starts with a "t". He ate a little better today and seems fine, although he hated when I used the table saw for cutting some of the flooring. I don't blame him, that thing is noisy.

Finally, I received some bad news today related to my family. My 20-something cousin is in the hospital for unknown reasons; it may be lymphoma or leukemia; let's hope it is something different.

Uuugggghhhhh!

Daddy is sick. Whatever virus Logan has, I have with a vengeance. There's nothing better on a Tuesday evening than puking in the shower and sitting on the toilet for the 12th time. Hopefully this passes with a good night's sleep. G'night.

Big Ol' Buckteeth

Here's a picture of Logan's top teeth coming in. You can clearly see the white on one of the teeth. He's going to have big ol' buckteeth like his Daddy did I think.

Day of Diarrhea

We've gone through another 3 outfits today. Yuck. Obviously something is wrong with Logan's belly because it sounds like a hollow, sloshy watermelon. Truly, it has been a gross day. He's asleep now but I fully expect him to wake up in need of a change. Poor guy. Ok...no more poopie talk. I probably should of put these posts under the T.M.I. (too much information) regulations, but diarrhea is my life now and I blog to share my life so there ya go.

Gross Post: Readers Beware

Logan woke up this morning not feeling so well, greeting his mother by puking up a small bit of something gross...it was vomit...not your typical spit-up. I don't know if he got some bad food or if this is a symptom of him cutting his two top teeth, but he obviously doesn't feel well because he was not interested in a bottle this morning and he allowed himself to be cuddled. It was like he was a newborn again. Logan actually was able to relax with me in the bed and we fell asleep for another hour or so. It was nice.

When Logan woke up he seemed in a good mood and I thought I'd be smart and circumvent the whole diaper changing drama, so instead of on the changing table, I took off his diaper in the bedroom first. Bad idea. He plopped some poop on the ground as I moved him to the changing table, and it was runny and gross. No big deal though, it happens, right?

He seemed fine during the morning and took a nap later. When he woke up I put him in a disposal diaper for some reason and headed off to the YMCA. I dropped him off in the kidzone and started to do my workout. About 30 minutes later one of the staff tapped me on the shoulder and said Logan had had a dirty diaper. Crap. Literally. Of course I didn't bring the diaper bag or a change of clothes for him. This was more than just a dirty diaper however. It was a complete blow out! Diarrhea from hell. Sure, the majority of it was able to get tossed out in the disposal, thank God, but I still had to contend with the poop all over his legs and back and front. His pants were covered but since it's like 10 degrees outside I felt obligated to put them back on him before we left. Anyway, we left the Y and I gave him a bath at home, cleaning him up and giving him some snuggles and kisses. He's down for his second nap today without a huge fuss so maybe he can sleep off whatever it is that is affecting him.

Jump-a-rooooo

My boy has got "hops."

Social Butterfly

Logan is currently whining in his crib now because he's having a hard time winding down from his busy day. We went to Chicago for Ella's first birthday party and we had a really nice time. Logan was being quite the social butterfly despite getting off to a rough start. He went from a long nap on the car ride there to a houseful of strangers making a lot of noise. After being shy for 15 minutes and after crying a bit upon seeing all these new faces, Logan loosened up and began to enjoy himself. There were so many babies and toddlers there that he fit right in. Logan even got to play with the dog, Seamus. Anyway, he had a really nice time and we stayed up until 6:30, catching up with old friends. He again slept during the car ride, ended up at home and seemed a bit wired and cranky. A quick bath and bottle and he was off to bed...he seemed really out, but maybe his top teeth are bothering him still so that's why he's still awake. Although, he's quieted down as I've typed away so hopefully he's knocked out for the night. I'm tired too...gonna crawl up in bed with my Edward Abbey book, The Monkey Wrench Gang. (Thanks for the rec., sis).

Bumps

Logan seemingly has lost his equilibrium because he fell down quite a bit today. I think I had to comfort him five times or so after a crying fit because he either konked his head, or did a face plant, or pulled a small lamp onto his head, or bumped into the metal table, or knocked himself good with a toy, etc. And I was watching him do all these things to himself and I couldn't really do anything to stop them...they just happened. So yeah, I need a padded room or something so Logan won't continually hurt himself.

In good news, Logan's bump in that sensitive area is finally almost gone. We were quite worried it was a tumor or something, but no...just a deep contusion that took a while to heal.

Another Million Dollar Idea

The nipple straw! At lunch today I was giving Logan some yobaby drinkable yogurt. I got out a bendy straw and proceeded to drip it into his mouth. I tried to get him to suck on the straw, but he wasn't interested and didn't know what to do. "Aha," I thought. What if I take an old nipple and stick the straw through the top of it. Will he be inspired to suck then? I created the prototype of my invention and tested it out on Logan. He was a bit uncooperative, but he did suck on the nipple straw and got his own yobaby yogurt out of the container. It was pretty cool and he seemed surprised that yogurt was coming out of this nipple. So now all I have to do is all sorts of things and then I can sell this product to the masses, right?

New Year: New Tooth

Logan is cutting a top tooth. So far it doesn't seem to be bothering him too much; he doesn't seem in pain and is still sleeping well. The only symptom is that he is drooling quite a bit and wanting to gnaw on stuff. Teeth are exciting. He's going to be a much better biter than he is now. You can kind of avoid his bottom teeth when he chews on your fingers, but with top teeth it's going to get harder.

It's been a fairly ho-hum day today. I did put Logan in the snow (with his snowsuit on) and he crawled around a bit. He didn't seem all that enthused so we went back inside after a minute or two. Well, it's getting late and I'm blogged out. Sorry that the quality of my blogs has been down recently. I'm just not feeling it for some reason.

Logan Excited About President Obama

Logan said his first real word today...Obama. No, not really, but he was a part of the historic American moment via the t.v. Logan actually paid attention for about 30 seconds when Obama started his speech. It was neat. I also thought I heard him Logan say "bye, bye, Bush" when Georgie loaded onto the helicopter, but maybe it was my imagination. Here's some proof of Logan's attendance.

Logan Got the Memo

I don't want to jinx it or anything, but Logan seemingly got the memo about his sleeping. For the past week now he has only woken up a single time during the night. We can definitely manage that. It's really nice getting good rest.

In other Logan news he is really starting to get around. As you can see from the video clip yesterday, he is beginning to have adventures with his two feet. He is getting good with that walking toy. It's really neat to witness because he just lights up when he's getting around on that thing. He enjoys movement very much. I expect he'll be high energy and athletic...perhaps it has something to do with his parents. Anyway, he's been very entertaining the past few days and it's been great having Carly around for this extended weekend. Maybe it'll be 20 below again tomorrow and school will be canceled. Although that would put a real damper on our summer vacation plans...I didn't foresee all these snow days so our flight butts up to Carly's final days in school...bummer. Ok. Enough blabbering. Goodnight.

Logan Walking (with Help)

We were cleaning the basement and felt Logan was ready for a new toy. Check him out!

Pics From Yesterday

 

An Aside

I have an electric toothbrush and it takes 2 minutes to brush...a satisfying buzz let's me know when time is up. I also floss and gargle so my whole teeth routine takes around 4 minutes or so. Let's say that's a half hour a week devoted to brushing, flossing, etc. That works out to two hours a month, and 24 hours a year. So out of every year, I devote an entire day's worth of time to my teeth.

This blows my mind for some reason. You know that song from RENT...525,600 minutes...how do you measure a year...well, if you were really scientific about it, a year's worth of time is devoted to a lot of mundane tasks. How long do we spend going to the bathroom per year, I wonder?

The point is what? I don't know...be in the moment and make mundane tasks fun somehow? I've been feeling a bit aimless as of late, not knowing what to do with myself. I'm sort of addicted to this dumb game on facebook called Mob Wars...all you do is click a button that says "do job." It's a complete waste of time, but I keep wasting my time. There's so many better things to do, but for some reason I can't seem to get my act together. I want to go outside and take a walk and not freeze. Maybe that's the problem. Or as my eighth grade teacher would say, at least I think it was eighth grade, A.Y.A., Adjust Your Attitude. Alright, I've rambled enough...I feel better now.

A Somewhat Busy Day

We took Logan to get pictures at Sears photo shop today. He was a good boy and awfully smiley, and the photographer got quite a few good shots. We then had a nice dinner at Jurin for my Pop's 51st birthday. It's the type of place that grills and chops and makes onion volcanoes at the table right before your eyes. Logan seemed more interested in his puffed cereal when the chef was cooking however. At the end of the meal, we gave Logan my dad's birthday balloon and he was going crazy, using the helium filled balloon as his own little punching bag. He gave it such a wallop that it flew off the string and up into the rafters of the restaurant. He's been a good boy today and fell asleep in the car, although he's up now expecting a bath and a bottle. Got to go and give it to him. Later.

Stealth Pooper

Logan is often a stealth pooper. Today was one such occasion. I was getting him ready for a nap and decided to change his diaper before I put him down. Nothing is more surprising than opening up a diaper expecting it just to be wet and finding a big, nasty load in it. Every time it happens it takes me by surprise. Most of the time Logan gets red in the face, pushing and grunting, making it obvious he needs to be changed. But on days like today who knows when the poop happens? Logan doesn't seem to mind being in a poopie diaper. Maybe I have a defunct nose, but my sniffer doesn't always alert me to the doodie. Anyway, like I said, it's always a treat to be surprised by stealth poop.

First Haircut (That Counts)

We got Logan a haircut today since we're planning on getting professional pictures taken this weekend. Why we have to spend money on "professional" pictures I don't know? As if I can't take professional pictures. Anyway, we went to Dolce Vita, the fancy salon where Carly and sometimes I get our haircuts. Logan's stylist was named Randi and she was absolutely smitten with him. It was hard not to be since he was being absolutely precious, flirting and smiling and being his usual cherubic self. I know that everybody loves a baby, but I have to say (even though I'm biased) I think Logan is an extra special little baby boy because everywhere we go all attention is drawn towards his beaming face.

So the haircut went smoothly and we're happy with the results. He got trimmed up a bit and will look extra dapper for his fancy pictures.

Logan Got the Memo

For the past two days Logan has slept really well, getting up only a single time during the night. He got the memo about continuous sleeping, I guess. We can definitely handle getting up once. Last night he woke up at 11:30 and the night before it was 3:30. Anyway, Carly has a snow day due to the frigid temperatures, so we had a nice family breakfast and are hibernating. Although our hibernation may involve heading to the store to do that great American pastime, shopping.

Monkey Fingers

Logan is able to get into things you wouldn't think he'd be able to get into. It's those fancy evolutionary thumbs. Earlier today I was typing away on the computer, only half aware of Logan playing behind me. I don't know why I didn't immediately react to the noise, but all I can say is I was somewhat distracted. Logan had managed to open a container of cashews, pretty much dumping them all out on the carpet. Seconds later I reacted, but it wasn't quick enough...Logan had popped a cashew in his mouth by then. Frantically I picked him up and sweeped his mouth with my pinkie and the wet cashew popped out. I don't know how he got the container open. I guess he simply twisted the top, but one wouldn't think a baby would have that type of smarts. I guess they do. Needless to say, the cashews are now in the pantry, out of Logan's reach.

Daddy Feels Terrible!

So I let Logan cry for quite awhile just now because he woke up after about 40 minutes, way short of his usual nap. I was working on my internship newsletter and really needed the time to work. I figured he was just being stubborn and I was going to wait him out. I checked on him after about 15 minutes, sucked his nose out quickly, put him back in his crib and proceeded to work on my stuff. My nose must not have been working then. I let him cry for about 20-30 minutes. He wasn't stopping, so I went in to get him and I caught a whiff of why he was crying. I felt bad that I left him sitting in his poop. I wish that he would cry differently somehow to be able to communicate a dirty diaper. Anyway, I feel really guilty so I had to purge via blogging.

Logan Braves Sub-Zero Temperatures!

Can't Think of a Good Title

Right now Logan is going through the learning process. Our cat, Moon, is lounging on the couch and Logan is being his normal grabby self. She's very patient with him, but when he grabs her tail and pulls, well, she does what cats do...she sort of clawed at him and gnawed on him...just a little bit, but enough to warn him. Logan looked at me with this befuddled expression, "what just happened here Dad?" It caused him to pause and I could see the wheels turning in his little brain. He seemed to be thinking, "hey...she's not supposed to claw me, is she?" Anyway, we try to teach him to be gentle with the cats, but I think the only way he's going to learn that is if he gets a few scratches...tough kitty love.

Another thing I wanted to write about was sucking out Logan's nose. Strangely, it's a very satisfying thing to do as a parent. Your baby can't yet blow their nose, so what do you do? You get this cool suction thingie and sluuuuurrrrpppp out all the snot. And let me tell you, babies can contain massive amounts of snot. Even though Logan usually cries like a banshee when we're doing this necessary evil, he always feels better with his nose clear. And like I said, strangely, I enjoy doing it...very satisfying. Ahh...the life of a stay-at-home Dad.

New Logan-isms

I wanted to get two Logan-isms in the record. Logan can apparently stand unaided for around 5 seconds. I saw him do it a bit ago when he decided to examine a block in his hands while standing without support. Pretty cool.

The second Logan-ism involves his bottle feeding. It's only been a few days that he's done this, and I think it's because of his stuffy nose, but anyway, Logan makes a rhythmic sort of humming noise as he drinks down his bottle. It's like a baby alligator noise.

Two new Logan-isms that shall be recalled years later thanks to mr. blog.

Dear Logan

Dear Logan,

You are a sweet boy and your mother and I love you and cherish you. With that said, it looks like we need to go over some baby ground rules because you're sort of driving us crazy and causing quite a bit of stress on me and your mother. My biggest issue with you, Logan, is sleep. You see, even though sleep can be scary sometimes and seem like a waste of time, sleep is actually a special gift and is necessary for a happy and healthy life. Moms and Dads need it in large doses, and so do babies. I don't know if you know this, but usually sleep occurs in long stretches of uninterrupted time, let me repeat Logan, uninterrupted stretches of time. We are not enjoying the pattern you've gotten yourself into, especially the 4:30 a.m. waking (45 minutes shy of Mom's wake-up alarm). Last night she went to sleep too late (1 am), woke up soon after to soothe you back to sleep, and then got mad at Dad when you didn't cooperate this morning at 4:30 (and I mean, really mad). What gives, buddy? Why aren't you soothing yourself back to sleep anymore? You used to be able to cry for just a few minutes and then calm down and close your eyes. Now all you do is stand up in your crib and cry and cry and cry until we crack. I'm pretty adept at ignoring you but your Mom can't really hack it. Do you want to hurt your Mom? I don't think you do. Neither do I. So why continue in this destructive pattern? Wouldn't we all be a much happier family if you just could relax and not wake up so often?

Crap, Logan. I just realized you're only 9 months old and can't read this letter! Well, maybe you could cooperate anyway. That would be nice.

Sincerely,

Dad

p.s. I have some other things to talk to you about...maybe in another blog entry.

Snow Sweet Home

We made it back to DeKalb. Logan was his normal good traveling self, sleeping for about 2 hours, crying for around 15 minutes, and then chilling for the rest of the trip. We returned to a driveway full of snow, although some nice neighbor snow-blowed the bottom portion (the tough stuff) so it was decent going for me. In fact, I rather enjoyed it considering I had been sitting in a car for 4 hours.

It's 9:30 now and Carly is attempting to get Logan to sleep. He's pretty wired, so I don't know if it's going to be all that easy.

Logan is so darn cute when he's up past his bedtime. He makes funny noises, funny faces, and is generally slap-happy. I love it. Well, back to the weekly routine tomorrow...

Incredible Non-Napping Wonder

News Flash: Logan sleeps for only 45 minutes all day. Will he sleep tonight? Check in later to find out!

AP

Impromptu East Alton

The father of Carly's good friend passed away today and so we went down for support and the services. I've decided that Logan is a pretty good traveling child. He got a bit antsy for about 15-20 minutes, but overall he was good and slept.

We had a good day together. Logan and I invented a game of crawling chase and he giggled the entire time I was chasing him. Poor Logan's nose has been running like a faucet all day and unlike Brad Pitt, I am not immune to snot. I feel sick...like I'm coming down with some nasaly cold. I don't want to be sick! Poor me and Logan.

Bad Naps & Runny Nose Makes Logan a Wired Boy

Logan didn't nap well today partly due to a runny nose and partly due to a cellphone call. I chose to ignore him for a bit hoping that he would go back to sleep, but who am I kidding, this is Logan. He looked so pitiful when I went in because he had snot rolling down his face, bubbling out of his nostrils. Being sick is no fun, doubly so when you don't nap well.

He's been doing fine after our napping power struggle, but I imagine he will be cranky later on tonight. Maybe not.

We just got done watching Jeopardy...Logan seems to like Alex Trebek.

Wee-wee Grabbing

For the past few days now Logan has been grabbing his wee-wee during diaper changes. We thought it was a fluke thing, but no...he's in the habit now. It's not a gentle grab either, but then again, Logan doesn't do much gently.

It's definitely a blog-worthy incident that I want to document...Logan discovers his penis...and likes it.

Nine Month Old!

Logan is nine months old today...and he seems to be loving life. I snapped a whole bunch of pictures because we've been keeping a monthly picture thing going for him. I get a lot of joy out of looking at how he's grown. Anyway, I was taking pictures of Logan all morning and I decided to tickle him on the guest bed, all the while snapping away. He doesn't seem to comprehend heights at all yet because he completely crawled off the bed. Luckily, I caught him by the face. Yup. I reached out and he happened to land face first in my palm softly. Shhhh....don't tell Carly. He was not even fazed and it didn't seem to register that he had just crawled off the bed. I've included the pictures just before Logan's mini fall. Enjoy.

The Father Metaphor

I'm reading Anthony Keidis' memoir (Red Hot Chili Peppers) Scar Tissue and I've been totally absorbed in the book. He discusses his childhood growing up in California, detailing how his father was this drug-dealing super cool dude whom Anthony completely looked up to. His father exposed him to this crazy life at a really young age and Keidis seemed to love it...at least in the memoir he hasn't had the hard times with drugs yet. Anyway, the power Dads have to influence the lives of our kids is awesome and amazing...part of the reason why I felt it so important to stay home this year with Logan.

But all of that is sort of a side blurb. What I really want to blog about is God. You see, God is often thought of in our culture as The Father. I know it sounds like a "duh" thing to say, but many view God as the Father because God is supposed to stand up for us, provide for us, protect us, etc...and I suppose there is the whole relationship with Jesus. In the past, I found this metaphor useful in thinking about God, but it wasn't the only way I envisioned the Higher Power. I thought of God as a She sometimes...I thought of God as (and in) Nature...I thought of God as an all-seeing transparent eyeball like Emerson relates...I thought of God as this impersonal holy presence that saturates everything in the universe and resides within my soul...I thought of God as Science and Reason and Love.

But now that I am a father, I'm returning to the Father metaphor. I'm finding that thinking about God as a Father is really comforting and fruitful. Because a really good father is everything that I want in my God. The metaphor really works...I want someone to protect me, listen to me, care for me, watch out for me, be there for me, teach me, sing to me, love me, and do all the things that I want to do for Logan. The metaphor really has some legs, I think. For example, no matter what Logan does, I will love him. If he's crying all night long for a week straight, I'll still love the kid. If he turns into this homicidal maniac, I'll still love him. Sure, I won't be very proud of him, but he'll always be my boy and I'll always love him. No matter how many times he screws up or how many wrong turns he takes, he'll always be a part of me and I'll always be there to pick him up.

Maybe I'm fooling myself, and maybe I'm giving humanity too much credit, but I'm willing to believe that most fathers feel this way about their offspring. And if they don't, well, I think on some level they do. But regardless, thinking about God as this personal Big Daddy of mine is really cool. It also gives me some guidance as to how raise my boy. What is it that Big Daddy wants? As his son, am I going to listen to him, rebel, listen to him when convenient? Anyway, Big Poppa is up there and around here and I know he loves me and all of us as a good father loves his children. But hey, I'm not a kid anymore...I'm a big boy. Nah...Logan will always be my child and I'll always be my father's son and so on and so on. And all the while God is mostly proud of his children, wishing them the best and amazed at what they'll do next.

Mommy Won't Be Home Tomorrow

Daddy has been spoiled the past few weeks because Mommy has been around during the day. Tomorrow, full-time daddy-hood begins again. I love having Carly around and so does Logan. I know he's going to miss her tomorrow, and I know Carly will miss Logan like crazy. I guess we're lucky that we have all this "off-time" in the first place. Teaching does have its perks.

I've been preoccupied with Facebook for the past few days and this idiotic game called Mob Wars. Why I am playing it I don't know, but I can't stop! I have a problem!!!

Logan just halfway woke up because Carly is making noise in the kitchen...hope he doesn't get into the fit he did last night.

Comic Relief

Logan provided a moment of pure comedy moments ago. We bought a pair of hollow square ottomans from Target to store Logan's toys in. We were watching Legend of the Seeker, and Logan was reaching into said ottoman. He was standing up and bending over at the waist to reach a block in the bottom. Sure enough, he fell head over heals and landed face first into the ottoman, all the while his little legs were moving in the air as if he was a cartoon character. It was classic and very funny. Carly picked him out immediately and Logan seemed to see the humor in the situation too because he was laughing and smiling instead of crying. A very funny happening in the hill household that is definitely blog-worthy.

Homemade X-Mas

For a special Christmas present, I made Logan a set of alphabet blocks out of cedar; I had meant to post a picture of them, so here they finally are. It was tough making them and they aren't exactly professional, but I learned a lot in making them and will do a better job next time. It's the thought that counts right? Logan likes 'em, though.

Mouse Update

We caught a mouse in the live trap on New Year's morn and I drove him 5 miles away and let him out near an abandoned barn...did this solve our mouse problem...I don't think so. We believe he has friends.

And so, we're going to buy ourselves some death traps and place both the live and death trap out at the same time. Which one will the mice choose?

You Can't Always Get What You Want

Logan has a fairly new habit...shrieking loudly when he doesn't get what he wants. It's a not-so-subtle clue as to how he is feeling. We notice this habit most when we're eating. Logan very much enjoys trying all the food we eat. Carly made some guacamole today and Logan worked himself up into a tizzy because we weren't giving him any. It's sort of a Catch-22 situation. We don't want to encourage this shrieking, but then again, we don't want to hear it so we sometimes cave and give him what he wants, thereby reinforcing the shriek as a way for him to communicate his wishes to us.

I'm not complaining about this, really. Just noting that he does it and wondering how he got the idea in his little mind that it would work. Because it does in fact work a lot. Not always...I was looking in the fridge and Logan crawled up, wanting to explore. I wouldn't let him and he shrieked. I said, "poor Logan...tough for you," and redirected him to some toys. It didn't stop his crying or shrieking, but Mommy is putting him down for a nap now, so I think that will do it.

We Rocked You 2008!

We had a great time last night at the New Year extravaganza. All of the boys were well-behaved and they were kind enough to give their parents some adult social time by going to sleep around 9:30. We played some Wii, rocked out with Rock Band, had some drinks, and took many a photograph. I'll let the pictures do most of my talking. Although, take notice of a few things: the intensity of Nita as she dodges imaginary balls, Logan's grabby hands, and the drinky look in a few of our eyes in our group shot.

Before the pictures, just a few quick Logan updates. Have I mentioned he loves to drink water? He does. Also, today he was being really cute as he looked under the t.v. stand, wishing that he could get to the electrical power strip..."not for Logan."
We got to sleep in today until 11:00...sweet! We also have a babysitter this evening...we're going to see Benjamin Button.