Shane's learned how to play fetch. I kid you not.
I bet it's from watching Nana's dog, Indiana, chase the tennis ball all day.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
A Night Out With Old Friends
Saturday night Carrie, Shane and I went out to see our old friends Cammy and Erwen! Cammy just ended her final two weeks at her old accounting job from hell. There were a few days between her old job and her new job, so we arranged to meet at Panera. I wanted to show off my son, and I'm pretty sure she just wanted to get out of the house after being forced to work from dawn till dusk and sometimes midnight or later (who'd have thunk accountants could have such military-esqe hours?).
I missed seeing a text, and my motley crew showed up 15 minutes before Cammy and Erwen. Shane used this time to run up, down, and all around the restaurant with Dad in tow. I was hoping to wear him out some before my friends arrived. If I could bottle whatever my son runs on, I wouldn't be typing this. I'd be out running a marathon. The boy does not stop and Saturday was no different. When my friends arrived, the only thing that kept my son in his high chair was a firmly fastened belt and lots of plastic straws and lids to chew on.
Shane sat still enough for Carrie and I to wolf down our food. Cammy and Erwen, having no plans to start a family of their own yet, ate at the leisurely pace of people who are not concerned that a toddler will somehow get into trouble before they can finish. At one point, Shane started to fuss and Erwen subdued him with a magic finger. I don't know if it was a Star Wars reference ("This is not the attitude you're looking for") or if Erwen's finger just looked funny, but Shane sat and stared quietly long enough for me to finish the last few bites of my sandwich (Thanks, Erwen).
Everything was going well. I was finally catching up with some old friends. Carrie and I were out of the house. Shane shoved a straw down his throat and made himself gag.
Blargh!
Orange baby vomit (orange!?!?) poured fourth in epic proportions. My wife jumped to lean Shane forward and pat his back. I snatched Carrie's empty soup cup and shoved it under Shane's chin.
We were too late. Shane managed to vomit all over himself. There was puke all over his clothes, high chair, and I was holding a soup cup over half full of leftovers. Actually, the mostly full soup cup was pretty impressive! My son can pack his sweet potatoes away (the source of the orange for those who were wondering).
Carrie and I had to pack Shane up in a hurry as the vomit soaked through his clothes. We hadn't brought a change of clothes, because we were so close to home and wrongly figured nothing would happen. Carrie bit the bullet and picked up our drenched and smelling child, while I said our goodbyes. A casual acceptance of poop, pee, and vomit is an acquired parenting skill and I bet we left Cammy thinking "I know I'm not ready for THAT!" ha ha ha. I just hope it didn't ruin anyone's appetite when I proudly lifted the soup cup filled with vomit to inspect Shane's handiwork.
Team Mike and Carrie had Shane bathed and ready for bed half an hour later.
I missed seeing a text, and my motley crew showed up 15 minutes before Cammy and Erwen. Shane used this time to run up, down, and all around the restaurant with Dad in tow. I was hoping to wear him out some before my friends arrived. If I could bottle whatever my son runs on, I wouldn't be typing this. I'd be out running a marathon. The boy does not stop and Saturday was no different. When my friends arrived, the only thing that kept my son in his high chair was a firmly fastened belt and lots of plastic straws and lids to chew on.
Shane sat still enough for Carrie and I to wolf down our food. Cammy and Erwen, having no plans to start a family of their own yet, ate at the leisurely pace of people who are not concerned that a toddler will somehow get into trouble before they can finish. At one point, Shane started to fuss and Erwen subdued him with a magic finger. I don't know if it was a Star Wars reference ("This is not the attitude you're looking for") or if Erwen's finger just looked funny, but Shane sat and stared quietly long enough for me to finish the last few bites of my sandwich (Thanks, Erwen).
Everything was going well. I was finally catching up with some old friends. Carrie and I were out of the house. Shane shoved a straw down his throat and made himself gag.
Blargh!
Orange baby vomit (orange!?!?) poured fourth in epic proportions. My wife jumped to lean Shane forward and pat his back. I snatched Carrie's empty soup cup and shoved it under Shane's chin.
We were too late. Shane managed to vomit all over himself. There was puke all over his clothes, high chair, and I was holding a soup cup over half full of leftovers. Actually, the mostly full soup cup was pretty impressive! My son can pack his sweet potatoes away (the source of the orange for those who were wondering).
Carrie and I had to pack Shane up in a hurry as the vomit soaked through his clothes. We hadn't brought a change of clothes, because we were so close to home and wrongly figured nothing would happen. Carrie bit the bullet and picked up our drenched and smelling child, while I said our goodbyes. A casual acceptance of poop, pee, and vomit is an acquired parenting skill and I bet we left Cammy thinking "I know I'm not ready for THAT!" ha ha ha. I just hope it didn't ruin anyone's appetite when I proudly lifted the soup cup filled with vomit to inspect Shane's handiwork.
Team Mike and Carrie had Shane bathed and ready for bed half an hour later.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Shane at 13 months!
It's been a long journey, but it doesn't feel like thirteen months. Someone once told me that "the days are long, but the weeks are short with a baby." That's absolutely true for me. I think the quote would read best as "the days are long, but the weeks and naps are short with a baby!" Ha ha. The boy is sleeping right now as I write this, so I'll try to type too loudly.
Also, please forgive any missing spaces. Shane took one good whack at the laptop and managed to knock the space bar loose. It's still attached on one end, but shifts around and doesn't always register.
What Shane Likes:
Also, please forgive any missing spaces. Shane took one good whack at the laptop and managed to knock the space bar loose. It's still attached on one end, but shifts around and doesn't always register.
What Shane Likes:
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tattoo
I meant to post last night, but I never got a chance. Carrie was busy trying to design a tattoo for me.
Monday, January 2, 2012
New Years Predictions and Resolutions
If you haven't noticed, I've updated my blog A LOT over the past couple of days. This a blatant last minute attempt to try to catch my blog up on some of the events of the past few months. I guess you could call it a New Year's resolution to not get too far behind.
I still have:
-A 12-Month update to write about Shane
-Post a bunch of "My kid is awesomely cute pictures)
-Post a post on Shane's first steps (and the video proof)
-A 13-Month post due on the 6th
-A post complaining about all the other posts I have to catch up on, etc. etc.
I'll get there!
Time for some resolutions and predictions:
I still have:
-A 12-Month update to write about Shane
-Post a bunch of "My kid is awesomely cute pictures)
-Post a post on Shane's first steps (and the video proof)
-A 13-Month post due on the 6th
-A post complaining about all the other posts I have to catch up on, etc. etc.
I'll get there!
Time for some resolutions and predictions:
Foster Kids
My parents switched from emergency foster care into long term. Shane's met kids of all shapes and sizes over the past year! Now he's got three 'cousins' who should be around for at least the rest of this school year. All three love him to death and are as hyper as kids can be. They arrived at my parents right before the first weekend in December and Shane's 1st birthday party was one of my first times to meet them.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The New Year and It's All Routine.
Happy New Year!
If you hadn't noticed, I've been trying to catch up on writing about the Shane-annigans that go on around here. I always have trouble writing about him, because I want to write too much. It's fair to say that my life revolves around my son. I wake up to him in the morning, I cater to his whims all day, and then I get a couple hours of free-time at the end of the day if I'm not too tired.
Overall, I feel more like a 'minion' than a father.
If you hadn't noticed, I've been trying to catch up on writing about the Shane-annigans that go on around here. I always have trouble writing about him, because I want to write too much. It's fair to say that my life revolves around my son. I wake up to him in the morning, I cater to his whims all day, and then I get a couple hours of free-time at the end of the day if I'm not too tired.
Overall, I feel more like a 'minion' than a father.
Shane 11-Month Update!
EDIT: This is another post resurrection. That's why it's also shorter than the other month updates.
The 11-month mark for Shane came at the beginning of November. It was an exciting time, because Shane was teasing us constantly. The boy was soooo close to walking! Shane refused to stay in one place. He was always standing, crawling, or cruising around the downstairs. Min and Max had not yet learned how dangerous a little boy is when you're a fuzzy chew toy with tail to yank! Shane managed to creep up on them several times with his newfound speed. After some painful lessons, the girls learned to stay away. Ranger was a bit more dense. Carrie has some great photos of the boys sleeping together. The hope is that Ranger will grow up and be "Shane's Cat" in the way that Carrie has claimed Max and Min seems to have claimed me. At the moment, Ranger is more of an attention hound and he doesn't care who gives it to him. After all, in his mind, it's the attention he richly deserves! It must be nice to believe the world revolves around you and owes you everything.
The 11-month mark for Shane came at the beginning of November. It was an exciting time, because Shane was teasing us constantly. The boy was soooo close to walking! Shane refused to stay in one place. He was always standing, crawling, or cruising around the downstairs. Min and Max had not yet learned how dangerous a little boy is when you're a fuzzy chew toy with tail to yank! Shane managed to creep up on them several times with his newfound speed. After some painful lessons, the girls learned to stay away. Ranger was a bit more dense. Carrie has some great photos of the boys sleeping together. The hope is that Ranger will grow up and be "Shane's Cat" in the way that Carrie has claimed Max and Min seems to have claimed me. At the moment, Ranger is more of an attention hound and he doesn't care who gives it to him. After all, in his mind, it's the attention he richly deserves! It must be nice to believe the world revolves around you and owes you everything.
Choking
EDIT: This post was started on November 11, 2011. I noticed I never finished and posted the draft. It looks like it didn't backdate, but I'll see if I can fix that.
Shane scared the crap out of me today.
Shane scared the crap out of me today.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Portal 2
My wife beat Portal 2 tonight.
She was ecstatic. I don't know what happened during the end video (she was wearing headphones), but Carrie started cracking up while Shane and I looked on, puzzled.
I introduced her to Portal maybe a month ago. She'd already memorized the "Still Alive" song (and recorded herself singing it), bought a t-shirt, and then she made me buy the sequel when it was on a 75% off Steam sale. Me? I'm on Chapter 3 out of 9. I'll catch up now that she's not going to be playing it much more!
She was ecstatic. I don't know what happened during the end video (she was wearing headphones), but Carrie started cracking up while Shane and I looked on, puzzled.
I introduced her to Portal maybe a month ago. She'd already memorized the "Still Alive" song (and recorded herself singing it), bought a t-shirt, and then she made me buy the sequel when it was on a 75% off Steam sale. Me? I'm on Chapter 3 out of 9. I'll catch up now that she's not going to be playing it much more!
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