13 posts tagged “boog”
We're pretty attuned to Boog's cries by now. There's I'm cranky 'cause I'm hungry, cranky 'cause I'm sleepy, cranky 'cause I'm sleepy and hungry, this frustrates me, and this is pissing me off.
There's also get me out of this crib/walker/playpen/bathtub 'cause I am so done.
But lately, he's been adding this new cry. Whenever we put him down to go to sleep and walk out of the room, he has this I'm lonelly, don't leave me alone cry. You'd have to hear it. It makes your heart physically ache in your chest.
I'm not sure if this is some new 'dumb' mechanism he's evolved to help better train his parental units, or if he really doesn't want to be alone. Either way, I never realized that loneliness is something you learn. How bizarre.
Today, we bought Aiden a Munchkin fresh food feeder (picture). It's essentially a tiny mesh bag you put food inside, and then your baby gums the hell out of it, mushes the food inside the bag, that then oozes through the mesh. The mushed up food is then safe to slide down the baby's throat. Or onto their hands. Their face. Their shirt. You know: wherever it goes, you know it's safe.
So, anyway. We get home and stick a banana in the feeder. He loves it. There's this strange animal fire in his eyes while he gums on the mesh. He tries to cram the entire thing in his mouth. His mouth has to stretch to get it all in. And when he sucks on it, he growls. When the banana runs out, he flails and whines. When we give him more, he shoves it back in his mouth and growls again.
Debbi says it's like baby crack.
That picture is really somewhere closer to three months. He still won't crawl, but that's ok. We get so excited about all the new things he does, all the new sounds he makes, but really, we'd like him to slow down, so we could enjoy it more.
More picutres since we're behind and people have been getting on to us. Reall, it's not our fault. Aiden and Surri prefer to stay out of the limelight... :-p
He's started cooing in a mildly communicative way. Ever since he was born, he's been doing impressions of all inds of famous people: Orson Welles, Lorn Chaney, etc.
And now that he's cooing, he's started to do vocal impressions. I recorded some. (I got a Mac for work and it is the most awesome collection of software I have ever touched.)
Anyway, these are three of Boog's really good impressions: malnourished Ethiopian child, bird-flu baby, and Abu Ghraib interrogatee.
Someday, he's going to be a famous actor. You can just tell. :-)
Wow. As of ctober 26th, Boog's officially two months old. It''s really flown by, mostly because it's just Jolie and he's kept us alost constantly occupied the entire time. Oy.
We've got lots of pictures, but I'll have to upload them in a bit. He's even more handsome now!
The new job's been decent. I have to travel to Philly once or twice a week. That was rough for a bit because I was trying to be in Philly from 9-5. Now I've adjusted my schedule so the 9-5 includes travel. Leaves me less time in Philadelphia, but the extra hour or so of sleep has been awesome.
That's it, really. Not much else going on. Work. Baby. Sleep.
Debbi's taken to calling him "Boog". This is him just after his first bath.
I wonder, 35 years from now, when Aiden runs for President, if news outlets will run embarassing baby pictures of him 24/7. Eating mud. Sitting naked on an inflatable duck. Sticking pennies up his nose. ("Well, Jane. Sure looks like he has a nose for money." "He sure does, John...")
We'll have to make sure we delete them long before. But not until we're sure his first girlfriend has had the chance to Google him.
At any rate, I'm fighting the instinctual urge to post every single picture (and to photograph him every 10 minutes). I'm trying to make sure I only post pictures of his good side, but it's tough 'cause he's got nuthin' but good sides!
Fair warning. In line for food this evening, the counter-dude asked what I wanted. "He was born late Friday night! He's so neat! He can scoot! And he has this kind of 'new car smell', but for people!"
I will endeavour not to explode with his latest escapades whenever I talk to you, but be sure, if you ask about Aiden, that means I get a full, free 120 seconds to gush his pertinent histories, and if you express interest -- such as asking a question, saying "wow!", etc. -- then I get a further 360 seconds, with time continuing to double each round you express interest. Save versus gushing parent at -2. Characters who fail their save remain motionless until the duration ends. Homeless protected by Greater Urine Aura are immune to all effects.
[Edited to add: I can't help it. One more pic. He did this shoot special for Andy Warhol. Too bad Andy dies before he could paint it.]
For all of you who complain I never let you know what's up... I'll be in Houston for two weeks beginning Friday, August 25 through Sunday, September 10. Ostensibly, it's for the birth of my first child, but it's likely I will make excuses enough to see a good many of you while I am there... :-)
13th Warrior is a great movie. Tiga's debut album, the aptly titled Sexor, is awesome. You will not appreciate it at first listen, ye, with your plebian tastes, but once enlightenment filters into your soul, you will recognize the angels singing.
Jolie and I both love books, and we both have these memories of wonder pouring into our heads from our chldhood favorites. After registering for baby stuff at Target, we quickly put together an Amazon wishlist crammed with the books we could find that we remembered.
One of the things I've been adamant about is that all of the wonderful people in my life will touch Fils in some way, so he can suck up some of their goodness, and -- most importantly -- learn how not to suck.
So. Now you get to let some of your mojo rub off. Think back to when you were a kid. Remember some of the books that filled your mind with wonder; that fueled your imagination. What are the stories that bring a smile when you think back to them?
Leave a comment with the story's name. I have a kid whose head I want to cram full of awesome.
