Archive for August, 2009


The Big .58

August 27, 2009

Today is Coleman’s 7 month old “birthday.” (That makes him .58 of a year old) Today I thought about all the things I’ve been able to watch him do over those 7 months.  I thought of how I’ve watched him fill our home, and our hearts, with love.

So, I thought I take a tip from Ko’s playbook and share 7 things I love about Cole—one for every month of his life.

1,)  I love his big toothless smile.  He shares it so free and easy.  Other than Kolette, it’s the most beautiful thing in our home.


2.)  I love how he rests his cheek against mine when I hold him.  My face is one of the few places where I can feel his touch completely.  I love how he holds my thumb when he sits on my lap and we go for a ride on my chair.

3.)  I love his constant journey of self-discovery.  This past week he found his toes.  Good Job Son!

4.)  I love how his whole face frowns when he eats his peas, how he can’t open his mouth fast enough or stop calling out for sweet potatoes, and how he chews the little fruit bits in his pears.


5.)  I love to watch him wrestle with him mom as she works to get him dressed.  It’s as is he’s saying, “I’ve been laying down long enough—I have things to do, people to see.”

6.)  I love how, when someone helps him to stand, he stands as straight and tall as he can, grins and grunts letting everyone know who’s king of this castle. (The same feeling comes to my heart when he jumps up and down in his jumparoo and squeals at the top of his lungs.)


7.)  I love how his face lights up when he sees his mom.  It’s so clear that those two have a connection that surpasses time.


Most of all I love him.  I can’t wait to see what the future holds in store for the months and years to come.  My promise to Cole is that through thick & thin, good or bad, I’ll be there to watch it all—in his corner, and by his side.


Kolette just published her post about his 7 mo. “birthday.”  You should go and read it now.  You can find it here.


Sick & Painful

August 19, 2009


This week, Coleman caught his first cold. He’s got the whole 9 yards—runny nose, cough, difficulty sleeping, and he’s a little snarky.

But, the hardest part has to be sitting by and listening to him cry. There’s absolutely nothing we can do for him. There is no Robitussin for infants, there is no prescription the doctor can order. Short of a little saline for his nose and a humidifier for his chest, it’s just a waiting game.

His sickness is causing me pain.

I hear him cry and it breaks my heart. I know that his little brain is interpreting the pain and doesn’t know what to do to fix it other than to cry. He cries expecting his parents (that’s me) to fix it—and I can’t.

Riding around on my wheelchair seems to help them to forget about how crappy he feels and so we spend hours driving around inside and outside the house with him on my lap. But, no matter how long we go, as soon as we are finished, the crying begins again.

This is just a cold. What am I going to do when he ends up with a bump on his head, a cut on his arm, or, heaven forbid—stitches.

I’m going to be a wreck!!



Finding His Voice

August 11, 2009


Over the last few weeks our house has become a much noisier place. What used to be a quiet work environment for Kolette and I is now filled with all sorts of grunts, squeals and growls.

Coleman‘s starting to laugh (and that’s fun for everyone.) But, he has three signature sounds.

The first, is this clicking noise followed by a kind of slurp that he does with his tongue. Now, I’m pretty good at making these kinds of sounds, but for the life of me I can’t figure out how he’s making this one.

The second, is a sound that’s so high-pitched I’m pretty sure dogs three blocks away are turning towards our house. It’s as if he’s saying aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh with the highest part right smack dab in the middle.

The third sound is a low pitch, deep in his belly, growl. I don’t know why exactly, but this kid likes to growl. If he ever went into professional wrestling he could totally be “The Growler.”

It’s not quiet, but it is fun. I love to watch him finding his own voice. As he does, I can’t help to wonder what kinds of things he’ll do with that ability to communicate. I wonder if it’ll be with corporate heads or world leaders. I wonder if it’ll be with an opponent across the scrimmage line. I wonder if it’ll be in the middle of a hard-fought chess game. I wonder if it will be over the fence with his neighbor. I hope it will continually be with his parents who love him.

My totally unbiased opinion is that this little boy has great things to do once he finds his voice, and it will be fun to watch him do them all.




August 6, 2009

Coleman just went in for his six month check up with the doctor–and for those who were wondering, he’s not getting any smaller. Last check up he was in the 95th percentile in weight and 90th percentile in height. Now, he’s in the 95th percentile in both weight and height. His cousin Kate just had her first birthday and she’s barely 20 pounds. Coleman at six months is nearly 21 pounds. The doctor says he’s average sized FOR A 10-MONTH-OLD!

This explains why he’s growing out of the 12 to 18 month clothing we bought him a month ago.

Looks like I got my lineman. BYU, you’re free to begin recruiting whenever you like.


My BIG Boy

My BIG Boy