Murrow is grabbing at just about everything nowadays, but one of his favorite things to snag is anything made of paper.  Junk mail has been pretty useful in this regard, I’m totally ok with him slobbering on my college alumni association’s request for information … and the catalog in the picture was fair game. Fiber… Continue reading Paper, the Other White Meat

Murrow judges his toys by how well they fit in his mouth.  Using this scale here are 3 of his favorite friends. Crab Cycle – An orange crab bath toy. Psnake -A purple snake leftover from his halloween costume (still amusing us).  B. Scotty – A plush doggie, given to Murrow by PLee.

For awhile Kim and I have been trying to figure out how to take a picture of Murrow when he’s looking out the window of the back seat.  He always looks like he’s working through some sort of deep philosophical thought…although he’s probably just trying to figure out how he can make the world slow… Continue reading Back Seat Thinker

We are now in possession of a brand-spanking-new washer and dryer set. The old set ate one too many baby socks and was sent off to the gallows. To inaugurate the new machines, we washed one pee-filled disposable diaper in a load of baby clothes. It actually came out intact, but made a whopper of… Continue reading Wash, Rinse, Repeat

Apparently, there’s nothing funnier to Murrow than when Momma and Poppa pretend to bop each other on the head. Gary or I will sit in front of the mirror with Mo in the lap, and the other parent will stand in back and make bopping motions, while the boppee says “ow”. It makes for guaranteed… Continue reading Little Bunny Foo Foo Would Approve

For the parents out there, have you started to forget anything about your kids yet?  Kim and I were trying to remember what Murrow looked like the first week, especially when in the hospital.  I can remember all the sleeping and eating, but for the life of me I can’t get a clear picture of… Continue reading Friggen Memory

Kim just finished Murrow’s stocking this weekend.  begin cheeseball      And we’ve already received the best gift of them all. end cheeseball

For Halloween we got a bunch of toy snakes and pinned them to Murrow (his clothes, not his skin), and called the concoction “Snakes on the Baby”. It’s been amusing us for months. Most people gave us “why are there snakes on your baby” looks until given the explanation (“you know… Snakes on a Baby”).… Continue reading Snakes On The #*&@(% Baby

Murrow’s been making two new yet-to-be-recorded sounds lately. One is kind of a grunty/aah sound that he makes whenever an inedible is near or in his mouth. He often wakes up making this noise while sucking on his blanket. The second sound is an “I’m about to hock a lougie” sound. But in a conversational… Continue reading Bring In Da Noise

Gruel, the thin porridge served to orphans, is also what Murrow got for his first meal.  Who would have thought that after receiving regular feedings of boob-a-licious milk, he wouldn’t really care for a nearly tasteless paste?  I wish I would have taken the picture of momma trying to be supportive and having a taste… Continue reading Mmmmm…Gruel