Carly was remarking about how Logan isn't really gesturing very well. He seemed to have got the message, because Logan decided to clap today. It was cute and we encouraged him like crazy, making me feel a bit idiotic. Logan also gave his mother the bird while her back was turned. No, not really. Anyway, Logan has clapped a few times today and he's also had a fun time dancing to music. He bounces up and down in our arms in an excited way while we dance with him. It's one of his favorite things to do, I think.
Logan and I didn't do much for Valentine's Day, but we did get Mom flowers and a fun, home-made card. I'll post a picture of it tomorrow, I think. We also ordered out Thai food and just got done eating it. Mmmm.
I've been preoccupied these past few days because my 27 year old cousin is in the hospital fighting a Leukemia diagnosis. Because his immune system is compromised, he's developed an invasive fungal infection in his sinuses and had surgery yesterday to correct some of the problem. Thankfully, he got through it, but the situation is very dire and he needs a lot of things to go well to get through this. He's a strong guy and a fighter, and he needs all the strength he can get. Put him in your thoughts and prayers if you would.
So on this Valentine's Day, love the one you're with and appreciate the simple moments.
Daddy is Home...well, sorta.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Breakfast of Champions
Logan and I had a sweet breakfast this morning. While opening the fridge thinking about what to make for breakfast, Logan grabbed the carton of eggs and dumped them on the floor, breaking three of them. Eggs for breakfast! I fried up dem eggs, popped in some toast (of course), peeled a banana, sliced up a kiwi, and poured us a glass of orange juice. We sat in our respective chairs in our little kitchen breakfast nook and feasted.
Logan is not too keen on egg yolk, but he ate a whole one because I cleverly disguised it by mashing it into the toast. This was the first time he had kiwi, and although he ate it initially, most of what I gave him was left on his tray. He ate up the piece of toast I gave him, along with dribbling down some o.j. and munching on a banana. He let his satisfaction be known by letting out a nice belch afterwards. All this was done in a relatively clean way with not too much ending up on the floor. Truly, this was one of the best breakfasts I've ever had.
Logan is not too keen on egg yolk, but he ate a whole one because I cleverly disguised it by mashing it into the toast. This was the first time he had kiwi, and although he ate it initially, most of what I gave him was left on his tray. He ate up the piece of toast I gave him, along with dribbling down some o.j. and munching on a banana. He let his satisfaction be known by letting out a nice belch afterwards. All this was done in a relatively clean way with not too much ending up on the floor. Truly, this was one of the best breakfasts I've ever had.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Pain in the Rear
No. Logan hasn't been naughty or anything. He actually had a pain in the rear. If you don't want to read about poop, I'd suggest you stop reading.
The poor guy has been eating all sorts of new foods and he's a bit stopped up. Too much toast perhaps? We were playing all nice and then out of the blue he goes into this shrieking ear curdling fit. It was as if he had been stung by a giant scorpion or something. At first I freaked out, thinking that there actually was some sort of giant scorpion hiding somewhere, but then I saw the red face and knew he was having a tough time with the b.m. And let me tell you, this was a bowel movement worthy of a trophy case. It was a lincoln log turd, perfectly shaped like a large tootsie roll. Logan was not happy and ended up crabby for a bit afterwards.
And here's the kicker of it all. I am responsible. Well, actually, Carly and I are. We are the food providers and we fed him the stuff that got him to have painful poops. Of course we didn't mean to or know it was going to happen, but the blame remains the same. The power of parenthood is a mighty thing I tell ya, a mighty thing.
The poor guy has been eating all sorts of new foods and he's a bit stopped up. Too much toast perhaps? We were playing all nice and then out of the blue he goes into this shrieking ear curdling fit. It was as if he had been stung by a giant scorpion or something. At first I freaked out, thinking that there actually was some sort of giant scorpion hiding somewhere, but then I saw the red face and knew he was having a tough time with the b.m. And let me tell you, this was a bowel movement worthy of a trophy case. It was a lincoln log turd, perfectly shaped like a large tootsie roll. Logan was not happy and ended up crabby for a bit afterwards.
And here's the kicker of it all. I am responsible. Well, actually, Carly and I are. We are the food providers and we fed him the stuff that got him to have painful poops. Of course we didn't mean to or know it was going to happen, but the blame remains the same. The power of parenthood is a mighty thing I tell ya, a mighty thing.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Thoughts
I am taking a grad. class this semester called Traditions of Written Rhetoric. Basically, it's a course that traces the history of rhetoric from the Ancient Greeks up to modern day philosophers and orators. What is rhetoric you say? Well, let's just say it's the ability to persuade others using language or discourse.
Why am I telling you this? Because we've been discussing some interesting ideas that I find applicable to my life, and it involves this blog. Writing this blog has been a great way to remember happenings and experiences. It's been wonderful to be able to share moments from mine and Logan's day, expressing some of the thoughts, feelings, and ideas that I've had.
However, in many ways, this blog is artificial, an imagined creation, a rhetorical tool in which I portray a vision of what staying at home with Logan is like. And what's bugging me about my blog is that it doesn't tell "the truth."
I'm not lying or anything, merely using words to create a reality that isn't, well, reality. I'm being rhetorical and using my powers of persuasion to gain sympathy, incite laughs, and simply connect. No matter how hard I try my experience of living life with baby can't ever fully be encapsulated through words. The power of writing only scratches at the surface of reality, and this can be a frustrating thing if you dwell on it too much.
For example, over the past three days Logan has woken up in the morning with his diaper full of poop. Have I mentioned this before? No. Should I be mentioning it now? Probably not. Waking up poopy caused all sorts of thoughts and feelings inside of me: "how long has he been like this? I'm terrible for not getting him at the first whimper. Man this is gross...is this what my life has become? Wow, I love life and I love Logan and I even love changing his diaper. What did he eat? Etc. Etc."
These thoughts could have made it into the blog, but I chose to leave them out (actually I just put them in, but you get what I'm saying). Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that so much of life at home is missing, left out because it's not important enough or I can't express it properly or I think it would be boring or I feel as though no one wants to hear or read about it.
Good writers are able to expand these everyday moments and reveal some of the depth that every moment in life possesses. Right now at 11:11 a trillion things are happening. Present. A clock is ticking and my laptop is humming and the keys of my laptop are clicking and I'm breathing but not really aware of my breath and my butt is sort of sore and a truck passed by my house and Logan is stirring and all sorts of stuff is happening that I'm not even aware of.
So, enough rambling. My blog, Daddy is Home, is not the truth. It's a collection of parts of the truth that I stitch together in order to make something pretty and wholesome and interesting. I could go back each day and write something completely different for that day and it would still not get at the whole truth.
Where are we at now? Well, all I know is that the power of words and rhetoric is pretty neat and I'm still enjoying exploring. Hopefully I haven't turned off too many readers with this lengthy post. I was a bit bored and lonely during Logan's nap so decided to blab. Was it in a persuasive way? Did you follow any of what I said or am I headcase who needs to get outside? It is 60 degrees outside...wake up Logan! Daddy needs to go for a walk!
Why am I telling you this? Because we've been discussing some interesting ideas that I find applicable to my life, and it involves this blog. Writing this blog has been a great way to remember happenings and experiences. It's been wonderful to be able to share moments from mine and Logan's day, expressing some of the thoughts, feelings, and ideas that I've had.
However, in many ways, this blog is artificial, an imagined creation, a rhetorical tool in which I portray a vision of what staying at home with Logan is like. And what's bugging me about my blog is that it doesn't tell "the truth."
I'm not lying or anything, merely using words to create a reality that isn't, well, reality. I'm being rhetorical and using my powers of persuasion to gain sympathy, incite laughs, and simply connect. No matter how hard I try my experience of living life with baby can't ever fully be encapsulated through words. The power of writing only scratches at the surface of reality, and this can be a frustrating thing if you dwell on it too much.
For example, over the past three days Logan has woken up in the morning with his diaper full of poop. Have I mentioned this before? No. Should I be mentioning it now? Probably not. Waking up poopy caused all sorts of thoughts and feelings inside of me: "how long has he been like this? I'm terrible for not getting him at the first whimper. Man this is gross...is this what my life has become? Wow, I love life and I love Logan and I even love changing his diaper. What did he eat? Etc. Etc."
These thoughts could have made it into the blog, but I chose to leave them out (actually I just put them in, but you get what I'm saying). Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that so much of life at home is missing, left out because it's not important enough or I can't express it properly or I think it would be boring or I feel as though no one wants to hear or read about it.
Good writers are able to expand these everyday moments and reveal some of the depth that every moment in life possesses. Right now at 11:11 a trillion things are happening. Present. A clock is ticking and my laptop is humming and the keys of my laptop are clicking and I'm breathing but not really aware of my breath and my butt is sort of sore and a truck passed by my house and Logan is stirring and all sorts of stuff is happening that I'm not even aware of.
So, enough rambling. My blog, Daddy is Home, is not the truth. It's a collection of parts of the truth that I stitch together in order to make something pretty and wholesome and interesting. I could go back each day and write something completely different for that day and it would still not get at the whole truth.
Where are we at now? Well, all I know is that the power of words and rhetoric is pretty neat and I'm still enjoying exploring. Hopefully I haven't turned off too many readers with this lengthy post. I was a bit bored and lonely during Logan's nap so decided to blab. Was it in a persuasive way? Did you follow any of what I said or am I headcase who needs to get outside? It is 60 degrees outside...wake up Logan! Daddy needs to go for a walk!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Don't Hit Yer Head
Right now, Logan is bonking his head on the kitchen cabinet, on purpose. Why does he do this? Over the past two weeks or so, we've noticed him doing this every once in a while. He just gently taps his noggin' but it's enough to make his Mom and Dad say "stop it!" Maybe he's doing it as an attention thing, or maybe he has water in his ear and is trying to knock it loose, or maybe he enjoys the sensation of knocking the back of his head into things. I don't know. But I don't like it...even though it is cute and all in a masochistic way. Anyway, maybe Logan has a future in professional head-butting.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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