Daddy Times Two: March 2010

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Gypsy Travelers...

Lots of adventures. Seven days, five stops, two dogs, one Daddy, one Papi' and one little boy. Oh... and lots and lots of luggage! We moved from hotel to hotel like gypsy travelers.

Our road trip centered around visits with family and friends all over the great state of Texas. We toured museums, shopped, sat by lakes, dined out and enjoyed lots of wonderful conversations. Thanks again for the the lunches that were hosted in our honor.

Our little bundle of joy thrived as he was constantly held and kissed by everyone. Brase enjoyed sleeping in the big bed and survived all 1200 miles of the journey.

Pictured above is Brase and my God Mother, Jeannie. I treasure this picture!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Big Smile!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Sitting Pretty!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Big Boy!

We visited the doctor today!
Weight: 13 lbs. 12 oz.
Height: 23 in.

Friday, March 19, 2010

The Kimbell Museum (Fort Worth)

https://www.kimbellart.org/Index.aspx

Hanging out with my new friend!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Kiss Me... I'm Irish!!

Brase is a little Irish and it's coming through in the red under tone of his hair. This thrills me because I'm alot Irish!

May Patron Saint Patrick smile upon you and your day be filled with The Luck of the Irish!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Dinner out!

Brase always falls a sleep when in a noisy restaurant. The loud rumble of voices and music puts him in a coma! This is how we get our little one to wake up, eat and burp.

New Video (click on link below)... Papi' make us some pancakes!

http://www.youtube.com/my_videos_edit?ns=1&video_id=b1MzNtUsK7w&next=%2Fmy_videos

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Click on link below to view video.

Sunday Morning... Papi' wake up! (1st try, you may need to adjust your monitor)

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Big hat little boy!

Friday, March 12, 2010

Another plaid day...

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Cries of joy...

Half awake and more than a little grouchy I sat rocking my baby. It was time for his early morning bottle. The 3:00 AM bottle to be exact! This is the hour I dread. He is gassy, sleepy, hungry and cranky. I don't know who hates this feeding worse him or me.

That's when it all came into focus. I adjusted my glasses as I consoled him. His tiny toes were peeking out from under his blanket. They weren't the same little toes I gazed at and counted in the hospital nursery. They were longer than I remembered. It seemed that the little numbs had grown overnight. Every digit was recognizable.

That moment made my entire world stop. It turned his endless screams into joyful noise. The noise of a baby... my baby. The noise I will only experience once in a life time. In that split second I realized that this time will pass quickly. I acknowledged that I need to treasure every minute of this experience before it's lost forever. There will be good days and bad ones but all his cries are joyful ones.