Murrow has been in pain lately…no, not splinters in the mouth, but check out the picture of his bite marks on the crib.  He's getting over a cold, he has his third ear infection, and his new medicine tastes like chalk (instead of his oh-so-yummy pink stuff). Of course when Murrow isn't feeling well, he's… Continue reading Ouch

Murrow’s mastering the fine art of pulling up. He practices on anything he can… the couch, dining table, entertainment center, shoulders, end tables, beds, bookcases, gates, his crib. We had thought that by putting those foam corner guards on the furniture that we were protecting Murrow’s poor little head from the big, mean sharpies. Turns… Continue reading Upwardly Mobile, Part II

In every relationship there is the one who says “Bump up the jams,” and the one who says “Turn it down; it’s too loud.” With Momma and Poppa, Momma’s the turn-it-downer. With Poppa and Murrow, Murrow’s the bump-it-upper. One of Mo’s favorite things to pull himself up to is the big, black volume knob on… Continue reading It Takes Two, Part II

Murrow got to play with his good friend Liam today, which unfortunately I wasn't home for.  But the pictures Kim took were priceless…this one is my favorite, with Murrow playing the role of Liam's lap dog.  Supposedly Liam played along petting Murrow.  Good boys.

In Murrow's world, anything on the ground is fair game to crawl over, including his Poppa.  Since I'm a fat lazy bastard (just ask my doctor) our hyperactive, newly mobile child has plenty of opportunities to use me as a speed bump in his explorations of the house.

Murrow's bathtime is really a two person effort nowadays.  Kim is in charge of washing him with soap, rinsing, shampooing his hair, etc.  I'm in charge of keeping Murrow out of trouble.  He likes to try out all of his new tricks in the tub.  Standing up, spinning around, crawling, etc.  I can't wait until… Continue reading He’s More of a Shower Guy

Kim got out her box of fabric scraps to work on a new pillow (working on Poppa's pillow pit dream) and Murrow was wondering why we rarely bring out this box of new and wonderful toys.

While crawling used to be a cerebral activity for Murrow (slow, methodical, requiring the limbs to move in just the right order), it’s now just a noisy one. Little Mo can’t crawl without grunting, chortling, making rude butt-noises, and smacking his fists forcefully on the floor.

Sometimes we forget that inside that ultra-cute exterior, inside of Murrow lies a foul beast.  As Kim mentioned, Murrow is sick again and got himself another ear infection.  Overall, he's still happy and wants to play.  But when it comes time to eat, Murrow unleashes a Exorcist-style rage of froth and malice.  Refusing to let… Continue reading So Cute, So Evil

Poppa got over his little cold last week, but it’s finally caught up to me and Murrow. Runny nose, coughing and sneezing. He’s still in pretty good spirits, and incessantly mobile, but that’s how the last cold started, too. Murrow’s least favorite thing, in case you were wondering, is having his nose/faucet wiped. Tissues are… Continue reading More Sicky Sickiness