Can't Get Left!

A Poop Story

Jen: (Voice from upstairs) OMG, Ted, you should see this poop LIam took!

Ted: Bad?

Jen: I think he needs a cigarette!

Last Days of Winter; First Days of Spring

Liam is just learning to run...

He's still bathing in the kitchen sink. Too scared for the bath tub just yet

You'll know me by the part of my hair and the smell of my calogne... and the drool on the front of my shirt

Ok, a ceramic calf sniffing a turtle. Yeah, of course I'm curious

My mom made me wear this outfit. I don't live in Dayde county and I don't own a a metal detector

The halo effect of the sun behind me obscures my snot encrusted face.  To all woman-kind: love me

Sunday, Sunny, Clear and Cold

Clear and cold. For Seattle, in mid-February, this (31F) is cold. First thing on Sunday morning when the dog has to relieve herself, it's fine if dad goes out on the deck to watch the dog (i.e. make sure she doesn't escape) in a wool hat, t-shirt, underwear and gardening clogs (oh what a sight I must be).

But the kid needs some warmth, so I scrape together whats handy to keep him warm because if he doesn't watch the dog poop, he throws a fit.

Later that morning we're in the clear cold air in a park.

If a picture could tell his future...

a. A golf pro
b. A sports writer
c. Sigma Chi social coordinator
d. Reality show contestant

More Pics of Liam

LIam is really sick. Wet cough. Barfing. Crying. Not fun. But he still photographs pretty well.

In a vain attempt to will the Hawks to victory...

His third shirt today, awaiting the same snotty, drooly fate as the others...

I could never squat like this....and get back up again...

Caught for a momment in time, one long, drunk fall...

This is what keeps me going. I'm just bummed I only see it on the weekends. Sadly, the Seattle traffic denies me this pleasure FIVE DAYS A WEEK courtesy of a one and one half hour, 12 mile commute and his 6:30 bed time. I must really love my job...

Get well soon, Mr. Boops.

Liam is Nearing 14 Months!

Ain't no lid that can stay on his head...

Liam's reperatoire of stupid human trips is growing: he can point, on request to his toes, tummy, ears, nose, your nose and his hair.

He can snap, spin in circles and kick the soccer ball. Or pretend the TV remote is a soccer ball and kick it around the house - crazily chainging channels to some very random programming...

We don't get many outside shots this time of year because it's been raining for months straight so he's been going a little stir crazy.

I can't believe it, he's been with us for over a year and it gets better each day..

Merry Christmas, Baby!

First plane ride: One word? Fidgety. Three people in two seats in coach is a bad bad idea. Next time, I'm throwin' down for the extra seat!

We had a great time with the Adams Family (click click)! The grandkids down there embraced Liam with open arms. Nothing sarcastic to say abou this - it was really sweet.

Gorgeous views woke us up each morning.

And wooed us each night...

After days of hanging out, relaxing, seeing Park City again, etc. we were off to the airport. And, after four days of not drinking, we enjoyed the best liquid lunch the American Bandstand restaurant at the ariport could offer.

Merry Christmas, Adams family! Cheers!

What Happens when an Ex Designer Breeds with a Restless Fashionista?

You get a chronic case of everything your baby wears matching...a little too well.

Right down to the shoes. Notice, he's rockin' the Pumas. Our live savings is being piddled away on size six sneaks.

Willy Woodbery & The Chocolate Factory

It's official...we're parents. Not only did we survive our first year as being parents, but we survived our first birthday party. Granted, it gets nothing but tougher from here on out (and more fun!) but whew...

The plan was simple: distract the boy with balloons and other kids until we could get him in front of cake and his first dose of concentrated sugar...

So we strap him in, sing the song and...nothin. He spits the cake out. Despite repeated attempts by my lovely bride to shove the goodness in his face...he was no go on cake.

But boy was he good on the loot - of which he got plenty. We unwrap the gifts and he proceeds to beat on them with his plastic bat. He actually liked the packaging and wrapping paper better than the toys...but that's to be expected.

All in all, the birthday party was a hit. Thank you so much to everyone who came. Half of our early memories are attributed to photo's. Liam will have a great memory of his first birthday, thanks to you all! Happy birthday, Sprout!

Liam is One Year Old Today!!

Liam is one year old today! The first thing Jen and I said this morning is: we made it a whole year without killing the baby. Or him killing us! It's been trying at times, but oh was it (is it) worth it. Liam, you're the best (first) baby any parent can have.

You definitely have your own cool, curious, independent disposition about you. You eat, sleep, poop, play, walk, so well. You're just a dream! We know we will pay in spades when your brother or sister shows up.

one year ago today, you kind of rocked our world! So much has changed since then...mostly you!

Now you've turned into a fashion play...thanks to your mom's internet shopping spree. Your language has gone from calling everything "ba-ba" to "da-da." Although, the other night, I went in to check on you, you rolled over smiled and said "daddy!" It felt like the first time I'd ever heard your voice, even though you babble constantly.

We only wish we could see you more and spend more time with you. Your party will be a blast on Saturday as you dive in to pure sugar for the first time.

I love you, you big lug! Happy birthday, 'Goose.'

-Dad