A Sick and Teething RAH

I love my son, but while RAH is teething he is near impossible to deal with.

Don't let the curious and content expression fool you, he is a ball of discontentment inside right now.

Today was the 4th of July, we were out of town for the weekend and returned yesterday evening. The rain that greeted us when we woke this morning discouraged us from wanting to take RAH out to any parades. Plus RAH was in a pretty fussy mood.

RAH the rockstar

This kid is a little bit of a clown. He loves an opportunity to laugh, and getting you to laugh with him. His laugh is so infectious that it makes you happy to hear it. I am constantly in awe of how much my life has bent to the curve of his reality. I must, because he is, and he is because I am.

We have a little Rock star on our hands, and I have no idea what we are going to do about it, but I plan to rise to the occasion.

Under the bed

To set the stage, My wife and I were preparing for guests this past Saturday. She had cleaned the bedroom and moved the bed around to sweep and mop the floor in there. Later, when she was done I let the baby wander in there. Nicole was cleaning the bathroom and I was in the office.

Cabinets

He has reached his goal, torn open the cabinets and will now claim his prize

For some reason this little guy is in love with cabinets. If he isn't playing with the doors by opening and closing them, then he is forcing his way past the baby proofing measures we installed to keep him away from my glass pot lids.

12 Months Later

My first photo with my little man, May 1, 2010

12 months later, 

My son and I one year later May 1, 2011

Time is such a relative notion. For it to be so quantifiable there is a level of human perception that is key to the recognition of its passage. My son turned 1 year old on May 1^st 2011. Those 12 months have been an inexplicable montage of immersive, fluid time where things would ramp up to high speed or slow down to a delightful crawl. There were moments that I have laughed at his gleeful precociousness, or gasped at his ill-conceived attempts to harm himself. In all this I have always been filled with an inconceivable amount of deep, soul filled love for the little man I see blooming before my eyes. It has been the happiest 12 months of my life in spite of all the personal stress that I have been under with school and work. This has kind of been the best and worst times for me this year, and through all of it my son has been a shimmering beacon of light.

Year One of RAH

Year One of RAH, originally uploaded by thehallspace.

One Year has passed,
There is a much longer and reflective blog to come, but I need to get it off another computer and move it here,

A favorite

IMG_4624, originally uploaded by thehallspace.

My dad says this picture captures RAH's essence.
Its also one of my favorites.