Logan Electric
Logan installed a motion-sensing light switch for me in the laundry room. Thanks Buddy!
A Big Fat Post
Since Kelly gave us a shout out on her blob, I thought it might be a good idea to update in case anyone drops by. We’ve been keeping busy here at the Camp. What have we been up to? I’m glad you asked. Allow me to answer in convenient list format, which will give me the freedom to talk about several unrelated topics without the hassle of segues or summaries:
1. Logan took his first (and consequentially, second) plane ride. We flew to NJ to visit family and some old friends. Logan demanded to see everyone and everything in the airport, but slept for the entire plane ride. We landed in Atlantic City just as snow was starting to accumulate. It continued to snow until about midnight and we woke up to about six inches of powder. Technically, it wasn’t the first time Logan saw snow, but some Yankee purists might question whether the dusting and ice North Georgia saw in early January really counted.
The trip to the beach was undoubtedly his first and he was not impressed. I’m not sure if it was the biting winds or the snow-covered dunes or the 100s of layers of clothing we put on him. Auntie Karen and I tried to assure him that it was a much more fun place to be during a time of year we call “Summer.” Since he has no idea what Summer is, he remained unimpressed. He did agree to let us to snap a few pictures if we promised to get him back into the LS with the heated seats as soon as possible.
Logan had a lot more fun when Grandma made a cheesecake and Auntie Karen called everyone to come over and say, “Hi.” He recognized most of the voices from the baby shower last summer in NJ, but it was great to meet everyone in person.
Before we left, we were treated to some more snow. Another 4 or 5 inches fell the night before we left. We thought it was pretty special to see so much snow in one week. Apparently, we were wrong. They saved the two blizzards for after we left. That’s ok. We’re supposed to get our own Georgia snow today and maybe a little more on Sunday.
2. Super Bowl Party. We had a major fail on the homebrew. After a taste test earlier in the week, we were able to bench the brew and save our guests. Thanks to Jason for taking one for the team.
On a brighter note, we called for a pot luck and and scored a win. I want to thank the person who brought the homemade potato salad. So good. I can’t actually believe any was left after the party. It must have been hidden somewhere. And Whitney, that smoked chicken came back in its second life as a chicken pot pie. For anyone who left a plate or a bowl or a pot or a smoker or whathaveyou, they are all clean and ready for pick up whenever you are (that includes your cute green veggies and dip dish from last Fourth of July, Leslie). I’m glad everyone could come out and I can’t believe how many people were here that are shorter than me (granted, they were all also under the age of 4, but still).
3. Website renovations. That has been my excuse for the last week or so for not updating. Wanted to get everything all tidied up before inviting everyone in for a visit. The good news is, thanks to Laura, I now have a calendar that supplies me with excuses every day of the year. So next time I don’t have a post, at least I’ll have an excuse. Hooray for Laura.
4. Baby Stuff. Logan has started trying to sit up. If he’s propped up at about 45 degrees on something like a Boppy pillow, he tries like crazy to pull up the rest of the way. If he manages to make it, he just kinda falls sideways and rolls onto his face. More entertaining for us than for him. He’s also become quite fond of grabbing. Whatever he can reach. A toy, my hair, the spit rag, the mirror toy on his changing table, a rattle, Mr. Penguin, my hair, a bib full of spit, spit…the list goes on. He’s really digging the Jumperoo thing and can almost actually reach the floor with his feet. For now, we help him out with a little boost under his feet and he goes crazy. The thing makes more noise when he jumps around and I think he kinda has that part figured out.
Hotlanta Who?
When Granma Jeannie gave this cozy sleeper to Logan in the middle of a balmy 50-degree Christmas week, I thought, “maybe we’ll get to use it if we visit the family up north.”
Apparently, Jeannie is actually an expert meteorologist as we will be getting plenty of use out of it this week right here in Georgia.
I finally decided to suck it up today and bundled us both up for a walk. Luckily, Logan doesn’t have enough control of his thumbs yet to take a picture of me with his iPhone. Turns out, I don’t bundle up nearly as adorably as he does.
The good news is we both survived. Although, I’ll admit I was considering possible alternatives to pushing the stroller the last few hundred uphill yards. Have you seen our driveway?
Two Months
Logan turned two months old today. Jason said that’s not good enough to sing “Happy Birthday.” Bah! He needs to learn it so he can sing it to me next week.
Logan fills his day with typical two-month-old activities: sleeping, nursing, pooing, smiling, crying.
We’ll be going to the doctor later on this week for some more official status updates like height and weight.
Meanwhile, elsewhere at the Camp – ah, who am I kidding? We all hang out in the same room all day. I have no idea what is going on “elsewhere.”
Actually I do know that it’s quite cold outside. And windy. The last few days have been some of the clearest and prettiest we’ve had in months, but apparently, that lack of cloud cover is exactly what’s making these days so cold. It’s supposed to warm up enough for some snow later on this week. We’ll see how that turns out.
You would think all this talk of cold and snow would extend that Christmastime spirit a little longer. Since I’ve moved down south, I usually spend the first week of January defending (albeit, mostly in my head) my continuing display of decked halls. It seems that most people here have the lights down and trees recycled before Dick Clark gets down to “one.” I, on the other hand, always thought a Christmas tree makes a great centerpiece for New Year’s festivities and January 6th was the end of the season. And I don’t know if it’s because we had our kisses and champaign and were in bed by 12:15am on New Years or if it’s because my Christmas tree lights were going on and off and then got really bright and scared me into unplugging the tree altogether, but I’m kinda ready to pack it all away. Actually, that’s probably because I know it’s going to take me two months to put it away.
Spitting up a blog post
I hope everyone had a great Christmas. We did. Well, we did if you are talking about the more vague concept of Christmastime rather than that specific 24-hour period where TBS airs “A Christmas Story” twelve times in a row.
You see, Logan and I stayed up a little too late waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve and then had a tummyache on Christmas Day so jolly was not in our skill set. But we did have a great time the weekend before wrapping presents and making cookies. Then visiting with Nana, Grandma, Grampy and Aunt Karen. We saw “A Christmas Carol” at Grandma Jeannie and Grandpa Wally’s theater. We made cabbage rolls with Nana. We played lots of Super Mario Bros and overall we had a really great time.
As you can imagine, there are hundreds of photos to document these activities. Please continue to imagine just a short time longer while I work on posting them.
Six Weeks
Logan’s been here for six weks now. He’s an old pro at eating and sleeping and screaming. He’s started experimenting with smiling – mostly while sleeping.
We’ve fattened him up quite nicely. At his one-month check-up he was closing in on 11 pounds (or libs, Fifi, if you’re out there). He also got a shot at the doctor’s office and took it like a little man – kicking and screaming. Actually, he only cried for a few seconds. Once he got dressed, he was over it. So far, he hasn’t learned to fear doctor visits and he behaves pretty well.
For more evidence, please click here to see hundreds of very similar-looking pictures in his album.