It looks like we'll be travelling home to Coffeyville in a few days and your mom is really excited. You will have such a busy time meeting all your family and friends that you may hate it. Your grama is about to faint because she is so excited. She has collected all kinds of baby things for you, such as a car seat, stroller, crib, bassinet, and swing. You will be horribly spoiled by her and your grammie. It will be ridiculous! I have been carrying you in your sling more lately, since that's what I will be carrying you in on our flight to Kansas. I sure hope it goes smoothly!
You have been a lot more vocal lately and you and I have conversations many times daily with only aahhhs and gooahhhs. Your dad laughs at us, but that's only because he can't do it yet. He's jealous. You also love smiling at us in the mornings or evenings after you eat. There is nothing cuter than your big gummy smile!
I can't believe how fast you're growing and I'm sure your family in Kansas will be shocked. Your dad thinks you weigh 12 pounds now, but we haven't had a chance to weigh you yet. You have lost all your original hair on the top of your head and have brown hair from one ear around to the other and all blond peach fuzz on top. You have a head like an old man that's lost most of his hair.
Your dad doesn't like feeding you with the bottle much because you choke and spit up a lot while he's trying to feed you. You also definitely prefer the breast over the bottle, but we have to get you used to the bottle a little for when I go back to work.
Your dad still thinks that you don't know who he is, so hopefully soon, you'll be more obvious with your smiles when your dad talks to you or picks you up. I'll definitely have to update you on how much you enjoy the flying in a few weeks.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Tim
Hey Bud!
Your Mom just sent "more" pictures of you which is great, but you actually look pretty much the same in all of them. You're really long and have a bid ol' head just like about every other baby on the planet. Hey, you'll grow into your head size, and trust me, it's a whole bunch better than having some little peanut head. I grew up with some pea-sized head people and they were miserable. They could never find a hat to fit them and they looked like ostriches. Most of them had a silly nickname like "turtle-head" or "ping-pong-head" and even "anteater-head". You don't want that. It's much better to be a "mellon-head" or "balloon-head" or something like that. Besides, the bigger the "noggin" the more space for your brain to grow. That's a fact. Anyway, at least these pictures had you in some decent, non-embarassing clothes, except for one. There was one that had you wrapped in some silly looking "orange" blanket. I am sure that your Aunt E liked it because she is going to OSU and their colors are orange and black. Pretty creative, huh? Anyway, you sort of looked like a pumpkin girl, but that's OK. Maybe your Mom should save that one for Halloween so that you can scare the other babies. Back to the reason for this note. In every single picture sent today, you are looking to the "left"! I am going to go back and look at "all" of the pictures that your Mom has sent to see if there is a tendency developing here. Hopefully, it's that you are "left-handed", because that's really cool, like Aunt Jill and will make you a better softball pitcher, but maybe it's something else. That's about it for today, I guess. Love, Tim.
Your Mom just sent "more" pictures of you which is great, but you actually look pretty much the same in all of them. You're really long and have a bid ol' head just like about every other baby on the planet. Hey, you'll grow into your head size, and trust me, it's a whole bunch better than having some little peanut head. I grew up with some pea-sized head people and they were miserable. They could never find a hat to fit them and they looked like ostriches. Most of them had a silly nickname like "turtle-head" or "ping-pong-head" and even "anteater-head". You don't want that. It's much better to be a "mellon-head" or "balloon-head" or something like that. Besides, the bigger the "noggin" the more space for your brain to grow. That's a fact. Anyway, at least these pictures had you in some decent, non-embarassing clothes, except for one. There was one that had you wrapped in some silly looking "orange" blanket. I am sure that your Aunt E liked it because she is going to OSU and their colors are orange and black. Pretty creative, huh? Anyway, you sort of looked like a pumpkin girl, but that's OK. Maybe your Mom should save that one for Halloween so that you can scare the other babies. Back to the reason for this note. In every single picture sent today, you are looking to the "left"! I am going to go back and look at "all" of the pictures that your Mom has sent to see if there is a tendency developing here. Hopefully, it's that you are "left-handed", because that's really cool, like Aunt Jill and will make you a better softball pitcher, but maybe it's something else. That's about it for today, I guess. Love, Tim.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Tim
Hello Eve!
OK, your Mom said that you are "pooping" and "peeing" at the same time, but that you are getting better. That's sort of an oximoran (not sure of spelling). It means that there are two things going on at the same time, usually contridictory (again not sure of spelling, but I assume that you have a dictionary by now) to each other. Anyway, your Mom is considering going back to work sometime. She is torn between staying with you all day and trying to help with the family finances. I told her to go back to work because you will absolutely "wear out" a day care worker. That should be a good challenge for you...at least for a little while. Besides, then you will have the entire evening, night, morning, and weekend to mess with Mom and Dad. When you are smarter than everyone else around you, you have two choices. Either blend in, and be like everyone else, or stand up and be somebody. I like the latter (that means the second choice). I'm sure that you will hear that many times in your life, so get used to it. OK, so I am sooooo excited to see you. I have been practicing my "noogies" for a week or more. Don't worry, I'll be ready when you get here. A "noogie" is a bare knuckle rub to to your tallest bone (usually your skull). Later, you will learn about "pop-knots", "frogs", "double chicken wings", and stuff like that. But for now, you should always save one "special" move for whatever, like later, only when you need it. Sort of 911. Sorry this entry is sort of silly, but somehow I hope that somewhere inside of you, that you have a silly streak. Ask your Mom about Great Grama's sink. We all love you from here. Tim.
OK, your Mom said that you are "pooping" and "peeing" at the same time, but that you are getting better. That's sort of an oximoran (not sure of spelling). It means that there are two things going on at the same time, usually contridictory (again not sure of spelling, but I assume that you have a dictionary by now) to each other. Anyway, your Mom is considering going back to work sometime. She is torn between staying with you all day and trying to help with the family finances. I told her to go back to work because you will absolutely "wear out" a day care worker. That should be a good challenge for you...at least for a little while. Besides, then you will have the entire evening, night, morning, and weekend to mess with Mom and Dad. When you are smarter than everyone else around you, you have two choices. Either blend in, and be like everyone else, or stand up and be somebody. I like the latter (that means the second choice). I'm sure that you will hear that many times in your life, so get used to it. OK, so I am sooooo excited to see you. I have been practicing my "noogies" for a week or more. Don't worry, I'll be ready when you get here. A "noogie" is a bare knuckle rub to to your tallest bone (usually your skull). Later, you will learn about "pop-knots", "frogs", "double chicken wings", and stuff like that. But for now, you should always save one "special" move for whatever, like later, only when you need it. Sort of 911. Sorry this entry is sort of silly, but somehow I hope that somewhere inside of you, that you have a silly streak. Ask your Mom about Great Grama's sink. We all love you from here. Tim.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Tim
Hey Bubba!
Sorry I haven't written for a while, but I got my feelings hurt. Get over it, Grandpa! Right? Anyway, we finally get to see you in about two weeks. Pretty excited here. I figure you and me can send the big girls out for a while and then slam some beers and watch ESPN. Aunt E may come here and I hope Aunt Jillian can too. There's this real greasy spoon restaurant around the corner from our house, so if you and I get hungry at night, we can go over there and pound down some waffles and biscuits and gravy. If not, maybe we can go cruisin' and listen to some old Poison tunes or maybe the "Big Chill" movie soundtrack. Don't worry, your Mom and Aunts know all of the words to every single song. That used to be my way of putting a crying baby on the dryer. Ask your Mom. I have been lifting weights lately to get prepared to hold you. Aunt Erin said you were pretty heavy. I think you're just real long. A normal photograh can be printed on a 5" x 7" paper. We have been trying to find some 5" x 55" paper. Your Mom sends everyone pictures every week. That has allowed all of us to keep up with your growth. By the way, that little goatee (spelled wrong?) that you are growing is pretty hot, but dude you need to consider starting to shave your pits and legs. Just kidding. But like I said earlier, you do need to talk to Mom about the clothes thing. You look good most of the time, but we got a picture today with a white stocking cap on you upside down that was supposed to be a pair of shorts, I guess. I could use those shorts for duck hunting and stick my big ol' ears out of each of the leg holes. Anyway, I guess your Mom wants to keep this blog thing going, sort of a journal. At first I wasn't sure, but actually, it might be pretty funny for you to read down the line. Journals and diaries are pretty cool, because you can just write down your random thoughts and then read them years later. I guess a good journal should include a few actual facts about the times that you are in right now. It might be fun for you to compare what's really happening in the world with what the history books say. I'll try and do that some today and more in the future. Your big giant entrance into this world was followed up by a big giant hurricane that hit Lousiana, Mississippi, and parts of Alabama. It was like the worst ever in history. No one was ready, especially not your Dad's "boss", the President. Fortunately, it has captured the hearts of everyone with all of the damage. People have pitched in from everywhere to help and that has been good, but it has also been very sad. In honor of your Aunt Jillian, we sent money to the "pet rescue" people that are there to save the animals. Our family pretty much likes "All Creatues Great & Small". Ask your Mom about that one. I am sure that she has read the book. If not, it should be a part of your library. It was one of your Great Grama's favorites. I hope you are just a little like her. I wish we all were. Love, Tim.
Sorry I haven't written for a while, but I got my feelings hurt. Get over it, Grandpa! Right? Anyway, we finally get to see you in about two weeks. Pretty excited here. I figure you and me can send the big girls out for a while and then slam some beers and watch ESPN. Aunt E may come here and I hope Aunt Jillian can too. There's this real greasy spoon restaurant around the corner from our house, so if you and I get hungry at night, we can go over there and pound down some waffles and biscuits and gravy. If not, maybe we can go cruisin' and listen to some old Poison tunes or maybe the "Big Chill" movie soundtrack. Don't worry, your Mom and Aunts know all of the words to every single song. That used to be my way of putting a crying baby on the dryer. Ask your Mom. I have been lifting weights lately to get prepared to hold you. Aunt Erin said you were pretty heavy. I think you're just real long. A normal photograh can be printed on a 5" x 7" paper. We have been trying to find some 5" x 55" paper. Your Mom sends everyone pictures every week. That has allowed all of us to keep up with your growth. By the way, that little goatee (spelled wrong?) that you are growing is pretty hot, but dude you need to consider starting to shave your pits and legs. Just kidding. But like I said earlier, you do need to talk to Mom about the clothes thing. You look good most of the time, but we got a picture today with a white stocking cap on you upside down that was supposed to be a pair of shorts, I guess. I could use those shorts for duck hunting and stick my big ol' ears out of each of the leg holes. Anyway, I guess your Mom wants to keep this blog thing going, sort of a journal. At first I wasn't sure, but actually, it might be pretty funny for you to read down the line. Journals and diaries are pretty cool, because you can just write down your random thoughts and then read them years later. I guess a good journal should include a few actual facts about the times that you are in right now. It might be fun for you to compare what's really happening in the world with what the history books say. I'll try and do that some today and more in the future. Your big giant entrance into this world was followed up by a big giant hurricane that hit Lousiana, Mississippi, and parts of Alabama. It was like the worst ever in history. No one was ready, especially not your Dad's "boss", the President. Fortunately, it has captured the hearts of everyone with all of the damage. People have pitched in from everywhere to help and that has been good, but it has also been very sad. In honor of your Aunt Jillian, we sent money to the "pet rescue" people that are there to save the animals. Our family pretty much likes "All Creatues Great & Small". Ask your Mom about that one. I am sure that she has read the book. If not, it should be a part of your library. It was one of your Great Grama's favorites. I hope you are just a little like her. I wish we all were. Love, Tim.
Friday, September 16, 2005
I finally did it Eve!
Eve-
I am so dumb. I finally did figure out how to write again. Your mom will be oh so impressed. I will try to keep this updated, but as you will find out later in life I am a little forgetful and unorganized. It has been over a month since you have been born and since I have seen you. Your mom tells me your growing so much also that you have been pooping and peeing on her. I guess you know how to get her attention huh! You seem so unreal. I really didn't think I would be as impressed with you as I am. I didn't think I could love you so much either. I think about you a lot. What you are gonna be like and what your voice will sound like. I am sure everything about you that we don't know yet will be as good as what we do know. I even like hearing you grunt over the phone. I am a little silly! I didn't think I would be seeing you again soon, but I will in a little over a week. I am so excited! You will impress everyone that hasn't seen you. Try to poop on the girl named Nicole if you can remember because I know your mom will need some help with controlling her baby talking to you. Well I can't wait to see you again. Love, Aunt Jill, Uncle Noah, and cousin Wishkah
I am so dumb. I finally did figure out how to write again. Your mom will be oh so impressed. I will try to keep this updated, but as you will find out later in life I am a little forgetful and unorganized. It has been over a month since you have been born and since I have seen you. Your mom tells me your growing so much also that you have been pooping and peeing on her. I guess you know how to get her attention huh! You seem so unreal. I really didn't think I would be as impressed with you as I am. I didn't think I could love you so much either. I think about you a lot. What you are gonna be like and what your voice will sound like. I am sure everything about you that we don't know yet will be as good as what we do know. I even like hearing you grunt over the phone. I am a little silly! I didn't think I would be seeing you again soon, but I will in a little over a week. I am so excited! You will impress everyone that hasn't seen you. Try to poop on the girl named Nicole if you can remember because I know your mom will need some help with controlling her baby talking to you. Well I can't wait to see you again. Love, Aunt Jill, Uncle Noah, and cousin Wishkah
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
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