The early bird...

It is 7:20am. Brendan and I have been up for 3 hours. My coffee has little white specks in it. Methinks the milk might be bad after all but the need for caffeine overrides the possible side effects of drinking sour milk. I am grateful for Blues Clues and the Baby Einstein jumper, both of which are entertaining our little bundle of joy while I try to keep myself awake until Kenny gets up. It's his morning to sleep in, I'm figuring I've got about another hour and a half before he gets up and I get to take a nap.

Later today we're going to a birthday party for my friend Jill's son Steven who recently turned two years old. This is just wild because I'm pretty sure she just had him like 2 months ago. Time just FLIES by. Anyway, this is the first kids party Brendan is going to so that will be fun.

Hold on. I smell poop and I'm fairly confident it's not coming from me... I'm back. Brendan is extra cuddly this morning so we snuggled for a bit on the couch after I changed his diaper and now I'm thinking he'll fall asleep in a bit.

Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Brendan made Kenny and me a beautiful card at daycare. He's quite the little artist. ;) I found a really cute onesie at Baby Gap that says "Hunk-a Burning Love" and we had a pseudo photo shoot Friday morning before we left for the day. He was being such a little ham, there are so many great shots. I'm going to make a slideshow as soon as Kenny downloads flash player. But here are a few of my favorites to tide you over until then.







And here's a picture from a few weeks ago that I love:



Brendan is 7 months, 2 weeks and 2 days old today!

Quick Note

I'm going to make this a quick one. Brendan and I are both sick and he kept me up all night so I'm headed back to bed in a bit.

Yesterday Brendan and I met up with Auntie Jill and her son Steven at the mall. We got some lunch first and Brendan sat in a high chair at the restaurant. It was his first time, normally he stays in his infant seat, and he loved it. Mr. Nosy kept looking (actually staring would be a more appropriate word) at the people sitting at the table to our left. When we were done eating we walked around the mall and he got to sit in the big boy stroller which he loved. After the mall we went to Christmas Tree Shop and he sat in the shopping cart. Another first.

Anyway, the point of my post is that while we were strolling around Christmas Tree Shop, I happened to look down and see him watching me with this look of absolute and utter adoration. Like I was the best thing since sliced bread. And he didn't look away all ashamed that I caught him. Instead, he gave me this beautiful, giant smile. And it occurred to me then, that I'm a kind of superhero to him. And Daddy too. Super Parents. When he's not feeling well, we have the ability to make it better with hugs and kisses. When he's fighting sleep, we have the ability to hold him and whisper how much we love him and rock him to sleep. When it's time to play we have the ability to make him fly, or bounce, or stand, whatever he feels like doing at that moment.

What an amazing feeling, to know that someone loves you so totally and unconditionally. So I'm going to keep reminding myself to cherish every second of the time I have with him right now. Because sooner or later the gig will be up. He'll grow up and somewhere along the way he'll learn that his parents don't know everything and we don't have any super powers to speak of. And he may even hate us now and then when we don't give him his way. But hopefully when he's a grown man with a family of his own, just like I did, he'll realize that parents really are superheroes and we did the best we could with what we had.


Brendan is seven months and two days old.