Thursday, July 26, 2007
Waking up at 5:30 am yesterday morning wasn’t so bad, even though my intention was to start my day at 7:30 am. Consider the source of the abrupt change of plans … a notoriously happy baby boy who is a true morning person in every sense. This trait is not an inheritance by any means. I mentioned in an earlier post how he yells, laughs and uses me as his personal punching bag and trampoline, nearly knocking me off the bed every morning.
Well since then, things haven’t changed much…except for me…things seem different. I’m still alive, not that I’m supposed to be dead. Life is full because I get worked up about lazy weekend mornings with my wife and son. It’s a thing I look forward to during the workweek.
When I have vanilla ice cream on a sugar cone…I enjoy it more. I’ve even hurdled beyond my conservative food box and ventured out to add nuts and sprinkles to my ice cream, which for me is a risk. Some mornings, I smell the beach and hear the ocean, even though I am miles away from the shore.
And while my knees have taken a beating continually going up and down the 15 or so flight of stairs to take care of my daily responsibilities, I eagerly await for the opportunity to carry Gideon in my arms and walk him down those very stairs most mornings in preparation for his trip to Grandma’s house. Then, upon his arrival from Grandma’s, seeing his smile and hearing “dada” proclaimed loudly as if he wants to let the world know.
At the end of those days when it’s just Gideon and me at home, is when I need a nap the most. I don’t know how moms have done it for centuries. Amazingly, I have been able to enjoy life more, even though I manage work and baby 2 full workdays out of the week.
Things like walking around the hood and having neighbors say hi to me, though the focus of their attention is mostly Gideon….of course. I’ve also been able to sit on park benches and enjoy my surroundings, with Gideon on my lap scaring innocent animals away with his yells. Nonetheless, the moments are precious.
Then there’s playtime.
There’s nothing like being a dad.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
The living room in our apartment is not huge, but there is plenty of space for a growing baby to play. While Gideon still doesn't crawl, he does get around to mostly every corner of the rug. He does this by way of scooting. There are two types of scooting. His preferred method is to sit with both his legs turned to the right (you'll see his sitting style in the video below), stretch out his arms at about a 45 degree angle, and then sort of drag/skip his bottom forward until he gets to his destination.
Don't try this at home folks! If you are reading this, chances are that you are an adult. And if you happen to be on the slightly chubby side (unlike me for I am on the extreme chubby side) there needs to be plenty of muscle in your mid-section to pull this off, or else risk some sort of painful muscle pull.
His other style of scooting is having both knees and hands on the floor, then using his arms to scoot forward. Although, sometimes he scoots backwards until his bottom makes contact with the sofa.
Recently, I recorded Gideon while he was at play. No, he does not scoot in the video, but he does show off his right arm by throwing and knocking down blocks. He also claps, smiles and then figures out the secret of the wire bead maze frame. He's such a smart boy!
The following are new and recent pics of Gideon
Gideon at the Library
You can't see them, but kids are making Gideon crack up in laughter to the right of the photo.
Gideon in the pool again. He loves water so much.
Just chillin with Daddy drinking milk.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Another video for your viewing pleasure. Warning: there is more Alexa singing on it. Sorry. However, when I sing "Tortillitas", Gideon claps his hands to mimic the making of tortillas. He is very smart. Oh, and the first song is about an elephant balancing himself on a spider web. Enjoy.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
(yes, we are dorks that have to wear red, white, and blue tshirts on patriotic holidays)
The windows in the living room
(and assorted guests)
Beautiful table, set for dinner
Giant bowl of cherries(with the flan sneaking in to the picture)
All of the guests were people from our church. A woman brought her two sons, ages 5 and 3. Gideon was so excited, you would have thought that they came just to entertain him. I have never seen him so thrilled. He was laughing and playing. I thought that they might get too rough, but I think they could have thrown Gideon on the floor and body slammed him, and he would have still been hysterically laughing. Apparently,boys do that.
At around 8:30pm, we all took the elevator to the PENTHOUSE, so that we could view the fireworks in style. Notice I wrote penthouse in all caps, because I am that easily impressed. Gideon stayed awake until the end, making minimal fuss. Everyone appreciated how well behaved he is. We take no credit for this. He is a blessing to us. He was born sweet natured and non-annoying.
Gideon takes turns viewing the fireworks. Apparently mommy is comfy.
My first fourth of July onesie.
In case you were wondering, my dad started the tradition of wearing patriotic t-shirts on the 4th of July. Thank goodness, Old Navy makes it easy by selling those flag tshirts. We used to have to search for them as kids. I hope everyone had a happy 4th of July!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Anyway, here are some pictures.