Friday, March 28, 2008
Not AS tired...
Remington slept exactly according to schedule last night only waking up at midnight, two, six and eight. I didn't even have to take a nap today and I actually got to eat breakfast and shower before 10am. I have yet to complete my makeup (which I think is poisoning me, btw) and my hair as been in a perpetual state of ponytail for almost 3 weeks. I don't understand how women manage a house, more than one kid, meals, a job, or anything else with a newborn. Last night before bed, I realized it was the first time my soul had felt tired. What a yucky feeling.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Holy Poop!
Keith here. I never thought I'd be excited about poop. I'm kind of a poop-a-phobic. I don't like anything about it. I know some people can have a conversation with someone while takin' care of business either in person or on the phone. I, on the other hand, am like that little kid in diapers who hides in a closet while he's grunting one out. Too much info, maybe. But with Rem, I grin when he dukes. I get all excited when it is the right color and if there is a lot of it. Weird huh. It's the only way I know he is eating enough so I get ecstatic about it. Crazy.
Why dads shouldn't cut finger nails
Oh boy. I am so mad at myself. I decided to try cutting his nails. The light was bad and I was nervous. I grabbed a hunk of finger instead of nail. Candice was ?glad? that I was the first to hurt him. It's like moving furniture in to a friends newly built house. You want him to ding the wall first so if you do it later it won't be as bad. He's a bit of a bleeder. I don't have baby band-aids so I improvised with a tissue and scotch tape. I'm sure it won't be the last time I accidentally wound him. Sigh...



Baby pic of Keith's dad, Frank
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Any resemblance to Remington?
Preview of the birth announcement
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