Month: August 2006

Murrow is his own menagerie. I call him my little BabyBeetleMonkeyBird, and he seems to like it, if only because he really seems to respond to the “B” sound. He’s a Beetle because when he’s on his back, he flails his arms and legs like a bug on its back. When he’s standing up (with… Continue reading BabyBeetleMonkeyBird

It seems that just in the past week Murrow has gotten alot better at grabbing and manipulating things.  Mostly things are just going straight to his mouth, but heck, its a start.

Kim got a brand new mac about a month ago so that she could start doing some freelance work from home (why she needed the cute black one, I have no idea).  Apple added on a fun new feature, where every mac now comes with a camera built-in and a program called photo booth, so… Continue reading Photo Booth

Sung to the tune of the Java Jive. Gary disapproves of the rhyming of “pop” with “lollipop.” Baby doesn’t seem to mind. I love Murrow, yes I do I love the Murrow, even when he poos Murrow and me He’s got stinky feet But, then again, his mamma’s feet stink, too.

As some of you might know, Kim and I have been looking for a baby-sized straitjacket for awhile now.  Murrow-dini would constantly wiggle out of his swaddling and wake up midway through his sleep.  Thankfully our PEPS facilitator showed us the glories of the double swaddle this week.  For those of you unfamiliar with the… Continue reading Baby Straitjacket

Kim and I are definitely guilty of the binge photography.  Today when we dressed up Murrow in one of his cute outfits that he finally fits into, we ended up taking 60 or so photos in a half hour.  I always think that I’ll be able to just pick the cutest ones to keep, but… Continue reading Baby vs. Hard Drive II

Kim and I still love our stroller (a poppa obsession), but now Murrow has gotten alot better at keeping his head up, we’re trying to use the baby bjorn more.  He loves it, but we have to keep a burp cloth hanging off the front of it to catch the gallons of drool that he’s… Continue reading Out of the Bucket

When I was a little girl, someone showed me how when you look at the big lines in your left and right palms, they spell ,respectively, “ai ia.” In Vietnamese, once you add the appropriate wavy marks over certain letters, this means “who poops?” This is a popular conversation starter with Murrow. The answer is,… Continue reading Everyone ia

The little man’s been chatting up a storm lately. We usually sit after breakfast and have a little conversation, conducted mostly in oohs and ahhs. He’s also started to laugh with mamma, but I don’t think he quite gets the jokes yet. He just wants to laugh when mamma laughs.

One of the theaters downtown has a special baby-friendly screening every Tuesday morning. We went last week and again today. Murrow spent the time eating and napping. Like papa, like son.