This destruction took less than two minutes.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Beautiful Summer Day
Up early to play with Kavaun. He should wake from his nap anytime now so this will be quick. We have a trip to the high school and the grocery store on our to-do list. Tomorrow may be a trip to Ionia and/or up the Sidney to see Grandpa Elm.
The tid-bits
The tid-bits
- Kavaun has been having giggle attacks
- I have never had such a fulfilling feeling as when my little boy climbs up on to my chest and rests his head there
- Nothing stinks more than a green bean or squash poop
- Kavaun sleeps best after a short cry (45 seconds or less) when he puts himself to sleep. Sorry Beata
- Kavaun can destroy a clean house in less than five minutes, but it never makes me mad
- Folgers called. They want me for their next ad campaign.
- I do not miss spit up
- I do miss happy diaper changes (although we are having more lately than we did the past month or so)
- For eight or so weeks I have not thought about work
- I am not into taking as many pictures of Kavaun lately - I would rather just enjoy my time with him lately (It is truly relative because "not into" just means "not as many"
Awake.
Later,
N
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Zombie
It is official.
I am a zombie. It is 5 p.m. and I have left the house only to take Kavaun for a one-mile walk around our neighborhood. The kitchen looks like the pots and pans cabinet had it out with the tupperware cabinet. Three poopy diapers in knotted up plastic grocery bags rest at the bottom of the stares facing off with my suitcase which is half-full and scattered begging the question of why I folded all those clothes in Oregon anyway.
My list of to-do's needs to work around feeding and sleeping - Kavaun's and my own. A lack of discipline has me updating this blog and putting off the laundry and grocery shopping. In my head I justify my addiction to this laptop (an addiction that has been traded in for TV since I now use the TV to listen to music) that I can not afford to wake this sleepy baby, but the washing machine won't wake him and grocery shopping at noon after his morning nap could have fit into his schedule easily. Oh, that's right - I needed to finish that pot of coffee and shower and shave my four day stubble. And the jet lag. I tried that excuse out for a minute but the truth is I liked being lazy for two days. Today is different though. I am sick of lazy. Time is up.
And while my dripping sarcasm makes it seem like I am upset, that is not the case. I am just honest.
So, I must pledge to get outside everyday that weather permits. That has been the highlight of today - our walk. Somehow between playing basketball with the old guys in less than two hours, I need to get the house presentable, eat something (toast and cereal is all I have eaten all day), get groceries and put food on the table for Beata.
Hmmm. Sounds like I am in quite a fix ("fix" - my stab at imitating an old Southern farmer to further entertain myself).
I will get to it now. Kavaun will wake up soon I am sure. I will feed and change him and hit the store by 6. Yeah, that's the plan. Maybe I will just go get something to have for dinner tonight and go back to the store after hoops for the big time grocery shopping.
This honesty must sound rather pathetic, but I refuse to edit this...
Laughing as my soft rock TV Music station is playing Bobby McFerrin's hit, "Don't Worry, Be Happy." L O L
Hitting Publish right now.
N
I am a zombie. It is 5 p.m. and I have left the house only to take Kavaun for a one-mile walk around our neighborhood. The kitchen looks like the pots and pans cabinet had it out with the tupperware cabinet. Three poopy diapers in knotted up plastic grocery bags rest at the bottom of the stares facing off with my suitcase which is half-full and scattered begging the question of why I folded all those clothes in Oregon anyway.
My list of to-do's needs to work around feeding and sleeping - Kavaun's and my own. A lack of discipline has me updating this blog and putting off the laundry and grocery shopping. In my head I justify my addiction to this laptop (an addiction that has been traded in for TV since I now use the TV to listen to music) that I can not afford to wake this sleepy baby, but the washing machine won't wake him and grocery shopping at noon after his morning nap could have fit into his schedule easily. Oh, that's right - I needed to finish that pot of coffee and shower and shave my four day stubble. And the jet lag. I tried that excuse out for a minute but the truth is I liked being lazy for two days. Today is different though. I am sick of lazy. Time is up.
And while my dripping sarcasm makes it seem like I am upset, that is not the case. I am just honest.
So, I must pledge to get outside everyday that weather permits. That has been the highlight of today - our walk. Somehow between playing basketball with the old guys in less than two hours, I need to get the house presentable, eat something (toast and cereal is all I have eaten all day), get groceries and put food on the table for Beata.
Hmmm. Sounds like I am in quite a fix ("fix" - my stab at imitating an old Southern farmer to further entertain myself).
I will get to it now. Kavaun will wake up soon I am sure. I will feed and change him and hit the store by 6. Yeah, that's the plan. Maybe I will just go get something to have for dinner tonight and go back to the store after hoops for the big time grocery shopping.
This honesty must sound rather pathetic, but I refuse to edit this...
Laughing as my soft rock TV Music station is playing Bobby McFerrin's hit, "Don't Worry, Be Happy." L O L
Hitting Publish right now.
N
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
There's no place like home, 7.28
It feels good to be home, but it is so quiet. Kavaun got used to the commotion of three additional people in the house and tons of one on one contact with Beata day after day. I got used to it too. With Beata's mom, that meant one more set of hands to change diapers. With Beata's sister, that was one more person to put Kavaun to bed. And with her father, that was one more playmate to make Kavaun giggle. All of the joy was spread across a family that adores him. The work was shared too and we really appreciated that.
To get everything up to speed on our little guys development: Kavaun began waving last week. He is standing on his own and contemplating that first step on his own. He has been walking along furniture for almost a month now. Kavaun had the coolest tent fort at the Mostafavi house and that along with his Aunt Sara singing to him and his grandpa taking him out in the backyard to look at the flowers and the small waterfall, he was filled with so much love. In fact, all that love kept him up at night!
Of the seven or eight times I have been to Oregon this was the best yet. We had two entire weeks so there was enough down time to enjoy regular family things and also enough time to visit friends and do special things like going to Chuckie Cheese or to the zoo. From a personal standpoint, I was able to take Kavaun and snap several very cool pictures in the greater Portland area - the Skyline Avenue area of course, the surrounding wine country and as a family we went to Cannon Beach. On our trips Kavaun slept most of the time since sleeping at night was out the window for two weeks straight. I think Kavaun just sort of napped for two weeks straight. His late night naps which most people consider "going to bed" were the longest and that normally meant four or maybe five consecutive hours of sleep at the most. beyond that, it was get him to sleep when we could. As tough as it was from time to time without regular sleep, we were happy to maximize his time with family. One night, Beata and I were treated by her family to a night downtown to stay in the same hotel we stayed on our wedding night. It was a great anniversary gift - we got to sleep through the night in addition to a great evening on the town. On our final week of visiting I drove up to Seattle and spent two days and a night there as well - shooting more than 300 pictures. I loved it.
In Portland, we had some great conversations at dinner about how Beata's parents raised them and their philosophy about all this parenting business crept through on a regular basis. As expected, Kavaun bonded with them like we had been there time since our April visit. A two week stay is the best way to make that trip. If Beata was a teacher, I think we would have stayed 6 weeks, but I guess teachers are the only ones who can take so many consecutive weeks off from work.
I will have more to contribute later - pictures and words. On the agenda today: cleaning and finally putting the safety locks on our cabinets. Kavaun is playing in the tupperware as I type.
- Nick
To get everything up to speed on our little guys development: Kavaun began waving last week. He is standing on his own and contemplating that first step on his own. He has been walking along furniture for almost a month now. Kavaun had the coolest tent fort at the Mostafavi house and that along with his Aunt Sara singing to him and his grandpa taking him out in the backyard to look at the flowers and the small waterfall, he was filled with so much love. In fact, all that love kept him up at night!
Of the seven or eight times I have been to Oregon this was the best yet. We had two entire weeks so there was enough down time to enjoy regular family things and also enough time to visit friends and do special things like going to Chuckie Cheese or to the zoo. From a personal standpoint, I was able to take Kavaun and snap several very cool pictures in the greater Portland area - the Skyline Avenue area of course, the surrounding wine country and as a family we went to Cannon Beach. On our trips Kavaun slept most of the time since sleeping at night was out the window for two weeks straight. I think Kavaun just sort of napped for two weeks straight. His late night naps which most people consider "going to bed" were the longest and that normally meant four or maybe five consecutive hours of sleep at the most. beyond that, it was get him to sleep when we could. As tough as it was from time to time without regular sleep, we were happy to maximize his time with family. One night, Beata and I were treated by her family to a night downtown to stay in the same hotel we stayed on our wedding night. It was a great anniversary gift - we got to sleep through the night in addition to a great evening on the town. On our final week of visiting I drove up to Seattle and spent two days and a night there as well - shooting more than 300 pictures. I loved it.
In Portland, we had some great conversations at dinner about how Beata's parents raised them and their philosophy about all this parenting business crept through on a regular basis. As expected, Kavaun bonded with them like we had been there time since our April visit. A two week stay is the best way to make that trip. If Beata was a teacher, I think we would have stayed 6 weeks, but I guess teachers are the only ones who can take so many consecutive weeks off from work.
I will have more to contribute later - pictures and words. On the agenda today: cleaning and finally putting the safety locks on our cabinets. Kavaun is playing in the tupperware as I type.
- Nick
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