Walk Like a Man

Logan "officially" took his first big boy steps today. Carly witnessed the first step, and we both saw the second attempt. Of course, they were baby steps, but they were steps, unaided and wobbly. Exciting stuff that just called for an extra little blog blurb.

Zen Parable: The Sound of One Baby Crying

The sound of one baby crying can be a deafening thing if you are the parent of that baby. Right now Logan is wailing in the other room and I'm typing away trying to ignore it. I've been in there three times already and am determined not to make it a fourth. He doesn't want to be put down! It's the most maddening and endearing thing in the world. I hold him and rock him and he closes his eyes and his little body relaxes and all is peaceful and right in the world and I feel like the best father ever. Heaven forbid that I want to do something else and put him down in his crib. "Oh no you didn't," he protests and so begins the tempest that is Logan Daniel Hill. It doesn't seem to matter if I hold him 5 or 15 minutes. He knows when he's being put down. I understand he's upset because he's sick, (baby vik's vapo all rubbed in) but he's also got to understand that I can't hold him all of the time, that Daddy needs some time away. One side of me feels that I'm cruel, unfair, and selfish, and the other side feels like I'm being perfectly reasonable. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
There, that feels better. Although he's still crying. Not with the same fervor, but he's still making noise. The sound of one baby crying...sucks.

Boy Interrupted

Logan is having a hard time sleeping because of his stuffed up nose and cough. He keeps waking up from his naps and crying. I feel really bad for him but don't know what to do. His humidifier is on and he's got his blankie and it's quiet in the house except for me typing away and the occasional cat meow. All signs point to napping. That sounds like a plan to me. I'm going to catch a few winks here too because I don't feel all that well either. Siesta time!

Livin' in a Sick World

Logan and I, along with Carly, are all sick. I don't know who exactly started it, but we all got it. Logan has been pretty miserable today. He's got a chesty, phlegmy cough that just breaks my heart. His nose (like mine) is also running, faucet-like. He's been crabby and none too happy for most of the day, and I don't blame him. Although, he has napped pretty well so things could be worse. For the past two days sleep has been wonderful--he has slept through the night so Carly and I have been getting some great shut-eye.

Nothing else too exciting happening here. Logan did try bread and extra virgin olive oil and parmesan cheese today. He seemed to really enjoy it, licking his lips to get more of the wholesome goodness that is an Italian staple. I'm happy that he's into the olive oil because I think it's really good for him.

Epicurean

Logan enjoys quite a wide variety of foods. Today for breakfast he had a cube of apples, pears, and rutabaga. Rutabaga? Yup. Logan is not all that fond of it, but if you disguise it with other food he'll eat it (with a suspicious look on his face.) I had never tried it before either. But I bought one at the store, steamed it, chopped it up in the food processor and froze it in our cool new silicon ice cube trays. Our freezer is jam packed with all sorts of baby food cubes...so much in fact that we are contemplating getting one of those basement freezers. We've got peas and carrots and lentils and butternut squash and a few other things in there.

For lunch, Logan has a cube of butternut squash and lentils (and he finished off his yogurt). He loves lentils, which is good because they are a good source of protein. Most of what Logan loves is sweet stuff like fruit, or interesting texture stuff like toast. Well, that's about it for today folks. Logan is no longer interested in sitting in his high chair and has lost interest in his graduate puffs. Later.

Tunnel by IKEA

We ended up venturing out to IKEA yesterday after all, and it was a pleasant trip although it was absolutely insanely crowded. We bought a play tunnel for Logan and he loves it. As the pictures will show, I've had some fun with it too.

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

So Carly and I are a bit stir crazy this Sunday. Logan missed his nap before church and crashed mightily afterwards. We were thinking about driving to Schaumburg to go to IKEA but that doesn't at all seem appealing to me. Not too much going on except some cleaning and napping and the like.

As promised yesterday, here's a picture of mine and Logan's homemade card for Mom on Valentine's day. The middle heart is Logan's butt print, and the sides are his feet and hands. It was a lot of fun making the card, using Logan as a human paint brush. He seemed to enjoy getting painted too.

I'll throw in a picture of Logan today as well for kicks.