One leg at a time... sometimes

Another "in case you're wondering how things go here"... the easy way to dress a mobile Eamon, to avoid what I call "mermaid syndrome" (my poor one-legged child).

Ta Da!

15 months

The handsome little boy has survived fifteen months, perhaps despite his best efforts.

He's walking, sort of... a few steps, more when he doesn't notice because he's busy with something in his hands. He still only has two words we're sure of ("uh-oh" and "no"), but there are hints of several others - he tends to repeat words in his own way ("sah" for socks). He'll try most any food, as long as it's not meat. He'll eat it, if it's dairy, fruit, vegetable, or carbohydrate. We (I) stole his milk bottles last Friday and he's still not happy about that. We'll see how that goes. Oh, and he's got 10 teeth- Fang just joined the world. There's another molar, but Ray says that doesn't count until all five points are out....

Eamon is all about figuring out his world - putting balls into his stacker, his cup into his bowl, the cat bowls into each other, anything into the cat tree. He is climbing everything he can. I'll post the picture soon, but I was surprised the other day to see his little head in the window (via his chair, the subwoofer, the window sill....).

It's fun. Chaotic, but fun.

(If you want to see what all goes into getting these pics, click on one and go through all the pics on picasa).

Mail Drop

He does it all with such a sense of purpose.

(From a couple of weeks ago, the 48-hour period in which this kid had a pacifier in his mouth and an oddly high number of pictures taken...)

Enthralled

Because I know some people out there could use a little extra cute this week.
Here's a preview of 10 years from now. Except then he probably won't be this enthralled by Elmo (literally watched an entire hour of Sesame Street, mostly in this exact position). He probably will still use the wiimote as a pillow, though...

Rain rain go away...

But in the meantime, at least I have a handsome slicker.

Stepping Out

I'm going to start by apologizing for the quality below. I'd edit, but it'll be next week before you see it, so... please forgive. I'll also note the context of this video- I make videos and take pictures for Ray when he's out of town, so this was originally last night's video, hence the end.

And I'd just fed E soup for dinner, so he's minus his broccoli and cheddar covered clothes. But still wearing socks and shoes, because, well, that's how we roll!

But I do think you'll enjoy, despite all those excuses. Those of you not related by blood can turn up the volume and listen to the kitty-drunk kiddo giggle.

Those of you related to us by blood will enjoy because we are in TROUBLE. This just went from a rare occurrence, to something that happened three times yesterday, to something that is happening pretty frequently. We're about to lose the last bastion of mobility. I'm very glad Ray saw the first steps, saw his first tries. We're about to forget what "try" looked like....

EEK.

Where's Smoke?

I have many many great pictures. I have much chaos. We ran away this weekend to help put in some drywall - fastest trip out of state yet, we were only gone for 41 hours. I'm catching up on the world now... so I offer you an update on things in our life that do not actually pertain to the small dictator who normally graces this page. And a challenge, to boot.
Can you find three cats in this picture?

That's right, they're getting along a lot better. Donut has mostly admitted that Marco runs the house. Donut and Smoke are still working it out, which means that Donut regularly traps Smoke in the litter box. But the detente is much improved.

The Good, the Bad, and the ... Cute.

These two have had a rough week.
But obviously, it's nothing they can't take, at least not when they've got their sunglasses (and an utterly random pacifier- if you look closely, you'll see that he's chewing it like a cigar, not sucking).

Happy Birthday, handsome. I hope your birthday makes up for the rest of this week! You deserve a good one.

When did this happen?

Kaya, my niece, just turned 18. She's graduating, she's heading to college, and she's turning into an awesome young woman. And she and her dad took some awesome senior pictures.

The Pit

For those of you who wonder how Eamon feels about daycare... note that not only do they have cars and motorcycles and such (which he should be enjoying today (where is my 70 degrees, Weather Channel???)), but they have this:
A pit. Full of balls. AND big kids. So, his two favorite things.
I came to pick him up a couple of weeks ago, and he crawled up, got his hug, and then left me to go back to playing with the balls.
No, Matteo is not about to clock Eamon, although Eamon just came very close to clocking Matteo. Matteo is returning the ball that Eamon stuck in that little mailbox back to the pit.

So yeah, Eamon thinks his job rocks.

A Boy, A Ball, and a Grandfather

Happiness is...

Crafty

Ray's brother Steve is crafty. He has made a ball run and and AT-AT rocker for Eamon, both of which have been seen here before. And now, a table.
Perfectly Eamon sized. He loves it.

He doesn't quite trust the stools yet.

But the table has found a whole new use already.

Steve, you've been hacked. :) Thanks for the awesome table! We'll paint it soon, we promise. We have the low-VOC Whey-based urethane-substitute all ready (You wish I was kidding. I'm not). And Eamon promises to take gooood care of it...really.

Karma

When my friend Liz had her first child, I felt obligated to get her some CU merchandise.

This was not necessarily nice of me. Liz went to CSU, our rival.

So I have been waiting for Liz or Heather (who also chose the Division II school) to send some CSU merchandise for Eamon.

But it wasn't them. An innocent bystander sent this.

Yup, that's pretty much a CSU Ram. Thanks, Kristen, for the very soft and fuzzy sweatshirt. Thanks to Ray's parents for the delivery. Heather and Liz, eat your hearts out.

Happy Easter 2010!

We didn't get the cute pics this morning. Eamon slept through the egg hunt last weekend (next year, people!).

So, courtesy of the Easter basket from my mom- our wishes for a happy Easter.

Chipmunk peeps everywhere, rejoice!

We interrupt the regular posting schedule...

... to share this.
If we'd known he was going to perform for the camera, perhaps Ray would have had it right side up. As it is, I'm pretty amazed that we got that first instance on video.

Eamon woke up this morning and decided that standing was acceptable, when it was only accidental yesterday. Now, steps are accidental. How long will that last?

Cruisin'

When you're this cool, the sun shines 24/7.
If I were a different person, I'd make cracks about picking up the ladies here. But that little girl? She loves Eamon. Like a baby doll, that is. She tries to take care of him all day. I just love her curls.