Showing posts with label magical moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magical moments. Show all posts

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Walk of Life

  • We saw Bennett take his first two steps tonight (and by the looks of it he'd much prefer to run than walk).
  • Clifford the Big Red Dog was on TV yesterday.  The cartoon kids started to applaud when Clifford arrived in their classroom.  Bennett joined right in.  That cracked me up (and left me astounded).
  • I was watching Sesame Street (no, I wasn't by myself) for the first time in almost 30 years.  They still know their audience!  They had Elmo (& Rev Run) singing a rendition of classic Aerosmith/Run DMC ("ya ain't seen nothin till your down on a muffin, and theres sure to be a change in way") tune from my youth:

  • I was 35 when Bennett was born and had heard my share of annoying parenting cliches: Enjoy it while you can.  They grow up so fast.  Don't blink.  Blah, blah, blah.  Well . . . all true.  He turned 11 months this week.  I feel like our baby has transformed into a little boy over night.  The rate of growth and learning is unbelievable! 
  • Speaking of songs from my youth . . . thinking about Bennett taking those couple of unsteady strides towards Karah planted another song in my head tonight.  I must have been about 10 when this song and awesome video came out.  I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen!:  

  • He got the action, he got the motion
    Oh Yeah the boy can play
    Dedication devotion
    Turning all the night time into the day



Saturday, February 19, 2011

Home & Lost

  • I had a great day with Bennett today.  Karah went skiing in Beaver Creek.  So, I had most of the morning and afternoon with him . . . which I refer to as "Dudesday".  He's quite mobile, whether crawling or in his walker.  He's starting to get into trouble . . . trying to get into cupboards, drawers (time for a trip to Home Depot for some locks).  He's pulling papers and magazines from the end tables.  I even busted him (twice) trying to take the fireplace pokers off the rack.  AND when I was feeding him he swatted at the spoon.  That sent baby food flying and splattered the dog. 
  • At this moment (as is nightly bedtime protocol) Karah is having a "last dance" with Bennett before she puts him in the crib.  I usually think nothing of it (i.e. take it for granted), but tonight it seems especially sweet.  It makes me incredibly proud of and grateful for my family.  The songs she played tonight were the Foo Fighters "Home" (one of my faves) and Michael Buble's "Lost": 
"'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When the worlds crashing down
And you can not bear to crawl
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost"





"Echoes and silence, Patience and grace
All of these moments, I'll never replace"