He weighed 9 pounds, 14.3 ounces, and was 20 inches long.
Labor and delivery was quite an adventure, but was by far a much better and I dare say easier experience for all of us than were the birthdays of our last two kiddos.
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Yep, it’s been a while, but here we are again.
It may seem odd to some cyber-savvy uber-dorks, but real life does on occasion get in the way of blogging, even on a low-rent blog like this one. We’ve all been pretty busy as of late – in a good way. Mark has been keeping me busier than a one legged man in one of those contests you’ve heard about. We’ve been renting apartments and getting tenants moved in just as fast as we can, at what I believe is safe to call an all-time record pace.
So. Family blogging has fallen by the wayside, and I do apologize to those who long for updated photos and stories of the kids/grandkids. We’ll try to get some recent stuff posted up here in the coming days.
For instance:
Here I sit, listening to George Winston’s December and Linus and Lucy albums as they stream through the aether to my computer, countless bits of paper and packaging and wire twisty ties and whatnot strewn all over the front room, browsing through the couple hundred Christmas season photos I’ve taken thus far.
I’d say it’s about time to share some, wouldn’t you?
Cameron’s a real ham for the camera and Seth is just a dang good looking kid with big blue eyes.
Kristina and I both stayed up fairly late, but still didn’t manage to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus when he visited our house. Next time I’ll rig up some motion detectors to my camera and catch him in the act.
David got his first real bicycle and Isabella got her very own MP3 player, complete with about ten different Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson albums (amongst others) courtesy of her dear old dad.
All that remains now is our epic journey to Oklahoma to spend some time with some of Kristina’s family, and our Christmas season for this year will come to an end.
More photos are available in the photo albums.
It’s not that she’s just now holding her head up or anything, it’s just that she’s getting more comfortable being on her stomach without getting irritable. Between that and the kicking, I’d say she’s going to be a right fine crawler when the time comes.
Isabella was one of several kids at school that recently got chosen to raise and lower the flags before and after school each day. She attended a quick little training session one day, and finally got to do her job last week.
I just had to get her to school about ten minutes early each day, and make sure she didn’t let the flag touch the ground. The boy that was helping her didn’t seem to think it was so important though, so I had to tell him that if he let the flag touch the ground we’d have to set him on fire as well as the flag. That seemed to do the trick.
I’m pretty sure he knew I was kidding. Most likely, anyway.
Isabella played her Christmas recital today*. She played Deck the Halls pretty much flawlessly.
Since I’m not a very good dad and generally no good in other areas as well, I failed to catch the first few notes of her performance in the video. I was watching really closely for some sort of visual cue like a nod from her teacher or something that would signal that she was about to begin, but there was none. I think Isabella and her teacher must have worked out some sort of secret signal only perceivable by them in the hopes of foiling any would-be videographer’s hopes of recording her performance in its entirety.
So anyway. Below is what I got video-wise, and there are photos as well.
Afterwards we went to Olive Garden with Mom and Sam, as is our wont and tradition following a recital.
* Yeah, it’s the latter half of November, which these days makes it a little late for a Christmas recital, but what can you do?
Claire’s little umbilical stump evidently realized it was no longer needed or even wanted anymore, and so finally threw in the towel and took off for greener pastures. The benefits here are two-fold: For Claire, it means she no longer has a vestigial piece of dried body part hanging around anymore (which is surely always a good thing). For us, it means we can finally give her her first real bath in an appropriately sized tub.
Sometimes kids are funny. They can so intensely focus on what we big people might consider the most trivial of things, while at the same time forgetting to pay attention to what might be considered slightly more important. Things like, oh I don’t know, putting your hands out in front of you so as to avoid smashing your face into the ceramic tile floor, for example.
I only bring it up because tonight David did just that. I watched him do it. He ran into the kitchen to pick up some playing cards he had scattered around, began a crouching maneuver upon arriving at the site of the strewn cards, and was doing quite well. However, he failed to stop the crouching maneuver after the appropriate amount of crouchness had been achieved, and proceed to plant himself face first in the middle of the kitchen floor.
So right now he looks like Rocky after the first good hit from Apollo Creed.
I think my new f/1.8 lens really captures the true essence of a head injury.