Archive for the ‘The Fun Stuff’ Category

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Happy Halloween!

October 30, 2010

A little JibJab rap to help y’all get into the Ghoulish Spirit – Yo!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Jh-

(Special Appearances by Aunt Kara & Cousin Ben)

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The Little Sucker

April 16, 2010

Cole loves many things, but of all the things he loves two that are at the top of his list are being where the action is, and visitors. Cole loves to be where the action is. When people are over, he wants to be around them and watch everything they’re doing, and every time the doorbell rings, this look of complete and utter joy covers Coleman’s face, as he runs to see who has arrived.

So you can imagine how he feels when my aides come over, ring the doorbell, and go back into my room to help me.  He’s so excited, he can hardly stand it, and the guy doesn’t want to miss a minute.

So any morning, or evening, the situation permits, there’s Cole—right in the middle of everything.  It’s been this way since he could crawl.  He plays in the bed, sits on my lap, and breaks my razor (the little turkey).

But, Cole’s favorite time is when I take my meds.  Every morning, and every night, I take my pills, and wash them down with a little Sprite.  Then, just like dad, Coleman gets a sip of Sprite too.

At first, it was just about trying to get the giant straw in his mouth like.  Then, it became all about having the straw in his mouth like I did.  But now, after a lot of work and patience, he’s figured out how to get himself a little taste of Sprite.

Now, he can’t do it all in one big suck.  So, he puts his little lips around that big ol’ straw, and the little sucker just sucks, sucks, and sucks, over and over, until the wonderful combination of carbonation, water, and sugar reaches his mouth.

When it does finally gets to him, his eyes water up, and his face looks confused.  Then the sugar waxes, the carbonation wanes, and a grin fills his chubby little face.

It makes me smile just thinking about it.  I love the little sucker!

Jh-

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Who Says There Isn’t an Easter Bunny?

April 4, 2010

The other morning, my mom called and asked if she could come over and spend the morning with Coleman.  In addition to her regular gifts of time and play that she so freely gives to Cole, on this morning she also brought my boy a present for Easter.

She came in the house to find Coleman giddy with excitement at the sight of his friend (Cole gets that way around his Grandmas). Once at the house, Kolette took off, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get in her morning run

After kisses and a proper hello (which usually means giggles and hugs), she pulled out the gift. I was sure that it was going to be some sort of candy treat or yogurt covered pretzel that little Cole loves so much.  But when the package was opened, much to my surprise it was not chocolate, or even a toy, but a set of blue bunny ears attached to a plastic headband.  As we sat there laughing at the present Grandma had found for her grandson, little did we know that the laughter had just begun.

Mom put the ears on Coleman, sure that he would pull them off the first chance he got.  But, we learned something about Coleman that morning—the kid loves him a quality set o’ bunny ears!

He walked around the house looking at us while we laughed, wondering what was so stinkin’ funny.  He’d look at us as if to say, “I’m wearin’ my ears…get over it.”

Just then, Ko got home from her run.  By her laughter, I think it’s safe to say the last thing she expected to see welcoming her at the door, was Cole wearing a set of blue bunny ears.

He kept them with him until his nap, and when he woke up they went right back on.  Now, some out there that believe the Easter Bunny to be a figment of peoples imagination, or the product of some tall tale.

To them I say, the Easter Bunny is real—and I’ve got the pictures to prove it!

Happy Easter

Jh-

And to further your Easter delight, I present to you the finest Easter commercial of ALL TIME!

PS Thanks to smilebox for making the collage so easy.

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Best Words In The Wide World

March 19, 2010

It wasn’t far into Coleman’s “Jibber Jabbering” that his first word found it’s way out of his mouth and into our lives.  Being the “Social Animal” that he is, it was no surprise to Ko or I that his first word was, “Hi.”

He’d cruise around the house waving his hands and sharing’ “Hi’s” with every Tom, Tammy, Dick, Dani, and Harry or Mary that came through our front door.

Just days after, “Hi,” found it’s way to the top of the charts. “Dad’s” and “Dada’s” started showing themselves into Coleman’s repertoire. He said the word everywhere.  It was music to my ears.  What I didn’t expect was the side effect hearing the words caused. My balance got all screwed up. (I went to the Doctor and he said I’d be fine once the pride curbed and I stopped sticking my chest out so far.)

But, as good as those days were the best and most verbally rewarding of my life came when Cole started combining his words.

It happens on a regular basis right now. I’ll be working in my office, keeping my mind on my work when all of the sudden, combined with the pitter-patter of tiny feet, I hear my big man’s little voice say, “Hi, Dad.”

I’ve received awards of note, been recognized by my peers, and presented in front of literally thousands of people, but it all pales in comparison to having my boy walk through my office door and say, “Hi, Dad.”

For me they truly are the best words in the wide world.

Jh-

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Switchin’ It Up

March 9, 2010

Just a little fun (dedicated to my ol’ “Comic Book Buddy,” Erin & our “Brian Regan Understudy,” Ryan).

Hope it brightens your day!

Jh-

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A Letter to Cole (On His First Birthday)

January 28, 2010

Happy Birthday Coleman!!!

There are a lot of birthdays that fill up a lifetime, but few are as historic as your first. Coleman is going to have a birthday party on Sunday where he is going to receive all kinds of presents from all the people who love him. I’ll try to restrain myself, but you can probably guess how successful that venture will be.

However, in addition to the plastic “Fisher Pricey” thing he’ll get from me, I wanted to give him something else—something from the heart. I’ve decided to give him a letter; filled with my idea of how the talents and gifts that are already evident, and innately his will bless him as he grows to be a man—Just a father’s look into the future of his precious little boy on his first birthday.

Dear Coleman,

It’s hard for me to believe that it has already been a year. In some ways it seems like just yesterday I came home from the hospital at 6:00 am, all bleary eyed from being up 24 hours straight. I’ll never forget that morning and how no matter how hard I tried, the thought of getting back to you and your Mom kept me from getting any real sleep at all.

On the other hand, I don’t think I can remember life without you. It’s kind of like “The Three Musketeers.” I’m sure there was a time before they got together, but no one ever writes about it. You’ve completed this family in ways you’ll only understand when you yourself are a Dad.

At the hospital, you were the best thing since sliced bread—even the nurses thought so. They all went on and on about how handsome you were. Then before Mom and I could tell them thank you, they’d reply that they really meant it. One nurse even cornered me in the hall and couldn’t stop gushing about how you may have been the best look baby she had ever seen.

From the very start it was easy for people to tell that you were different from the crowd, and that’s only been reinforced to me over every one of the past 365 days. This letter is filled with some of the things I’ve seen in your little spirit that I hope you keep every day of your life.

Your birth was a miracle and every one knows it. When I showed your picture to my Physiatrist (Quadriplegic Doctor) she told me how happy she was that we were able to adopt. I told her that you weren’t adopted, and that you were my flesh and blood. She was flabbergasted (and freaked out a little bit) as she ran down the hallway telling everyone she saw that you were my genetic child—no one could believe it. So, I went down the hallway after her telling everyone that it was true. Miracles happen my son. Every breath you take is a testament to that. If you ever wonder if there’s a God, or if he hears and answers prayers, stop for a moment, get real quiet, listen to your heartbeat, and you’ll have your answer.

From the first day we brought you home you have had this happy attitude about you. You seem to have a smile for everyone. People love to be around you little Coleman J. Much of this comes from that happy attitude. When people meet you they always tell me what a happy little guy you are—keep that attitude it will bless you always.

Inside you there is a little spark of exaltation and intensity that can serve you well. I love to watch you take a toy in your hand, or get behind your big “standing toys” and shake the tar out of them. You do it with real passion. It’s evident when you bang your hand on the side of my bed or the way you become a whirling dervish in the bathtub. If you carry that same passion and exuberance into your life, you’ll always end up with success.

Man, can you pay attention. In the beginning it was the wall next to your changing table and the fans throughout the house, That turned into a fixation with cameras (which made it a little difficult to take your picture, but Mom worked it out) and now it’s everyone and everything. Never stop watching the world or the people in it. Never miss an opportunity to help another, or cost yourself the chance to do some good by losing your fascination with all that lives and breathes around you.

You have been blessed with a pace and patience that has already impacted me. When Mom and I talked to others about what it was going to be like to try to help you while being in a wheelchair, everyone said that I’d be fine—the only hard part would be my inability to help you because you would wriggle your body and arch your back right out of my arms. But that never happened. From the very beginning you’ve been calm and patient on my lap. It allowed me to feed you, burp you, and even carry you around on my lap. You just sit there. Take life at your pace. Never be in too much of a hurry. If you will, you will savor each year of your life the way I’ve enjoyed this first one with you.

You have a special love for everyone. You’ve always gone to others easily, never had a problem staying the night away from home, and have kisses for all. Give your love freely in the same way you share your little wave hello—plenty for everyone. If you will, you’ll be happier and the Savior will be proud. Remember the words Jesus spoke when he said, “As I have loved you, love one another.”

It didn’t take you long to figure out that you can always count on your Mom. She loves you so much and it’s easy to see you feel the same. I love the sweet relationship the two of you share. You can count on her for anything and everything. Talk to her throughout your life as much as you have “Jibber Jabbered” to her in this first year. You’ll meet a lot of special people in your adventures, but never one you’ll be able to count like your good sweet Mom.

From the first time I held you in my arms, I could feel the power of your spirit. More than once I’ve wondered how such a gigantic spirit fit into such a tiny body. But, more than anything, I’ve felt the closeness you have to your Heavenly Father. No matter how many birthdays pass by, never lose that special relationship with Him. He knows you and loves you and will do so today, tomorrow and forever. He’s never more than a prayer away.

Finally, always remember the three things I’ve told you every day of this first year

I Love You,
Your Heavenly Father Loves You,
And You’re a Good Boy.

Love,

Dad

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Bubbles The Kid

November 16, 2009

Kolette and I have heard a little wheezing and coughing the last few nights and felt pretty sure that Coleman had a cough/cold.  However, we weren’t quite sure whether or not he had contracted the dreaded “runny nose” yet.

So, as we so often do, we’re turning to you, our friends in the blogosphere, to help us figure it out.  We’ve posted the picture below and are waiting for your opinion.  For either it’s a runny nose, or it S-NOT.

Jh-

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Life’s Grape + Giveaway

November 6, 2009

About a week ago, I asked Kolette if she would add some green grapes to the grocery list.  She usually just picks up red grapes and I was jonesin’ for some green ones.  She must have gone to the store in the last few days, because yesterday morning, lo and behold, I found my green grapes waiting in the bowl on the counter while Ko was away working her keister off at Jim’s Gym (for more on her escapades there, check out her blog here–or for one of my favorite Jim’s Gym posts click here).

Anyway, as I worked my way through the grapes, it wasn’t long until I noticed that these were not your ordinary, average, everyday, grapes.  It quickly became evident that these were some sort of “Super Grapes,” or that possibly someone had slipped some steroids into this batch of Vitis Vinifera (I guess you could say they might have been juicing).

And then, it was there—the largest grape Ko or I had ever seen.  The other ones were big, but this one was second to none.  It barely seemed like a grape at all.  We took it around and compared it to other items around the house, and laughed and joked about what we saw.  We even took pictures so you can see for yourself.

Grape & The Bead

The grape next to Cole's Bead/Block

It was only a few minutes, and it was just some silly grapes, but it brought some joy to our day.  But, that’s how it goes.  Often, it’s the little, crazy things that bring us the happiness we need to make it through the day.  That said, it falls upon us to find those ridiculous things that can lighten your day, and take some of the pressure off.

So, wanting to hear other little quirky things you find to bring joy into your lives, I’m going to giveaway.  It’s an autographed DVD.  In order to qualify, you need to leave some silly, little thing you’ve used to bring some joy to your life—maybe even take it upon yourself to find something to get you giggling in the next few days.

Either way, leave your comment and you’ll be entered in the giveaway.

And, in honor of the grape, Kolette’s agreed to make the giveaway a little more “juicy” by adding some of her great scrapbooking swag for you or your spouse.

Now comes your chance.  Let ‘em fly.  The more ideas that get posted the more resources we’ll all have to live lives with a little more gladness, the more ways we’ll find to make life just grape.

Jh-

To qualify, comments must be posted by 10:00pm PST Sunday, November 8

Grape & The Penny

The grape next to a penny

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Cole & the Bead

October 15, 2009

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One of the real joys of being a Dad who works for himself from home is that I get to be around to see firsthand all the fun things my boy does during the day. Sometimes they’re big and groundbreaking and sometimes they’re small and funny–but they’re rarely dull and never boring,

Today after breakfast, Coleman was cruising on the floor (if you missed my last post, he does that now) and found one of his beads.  As you can see from the photo above; Cole likes beads.  This was different though.  He was fixated on this particular bead and chased the thing all over the house.

As I watched him move from here to there, I started to hear music in my head. So, I decided to take the video Kolette shot, do some quick editing on iMovie (gotta love the Mac) and share the whole experience with you.

Enjoy!

Jh-

PS: This parenting thing is a kick in the shorts

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Cole’s Cruisin’

October 7, 2009

IMG_0703 Coleman has learned how to crawl.  It’s not the full “on all fours” crawl, but he can military crawl with the best of ’em — and let me tell you, it’s meant big changes at the Hall Home.

We have to keep tabs on him at all times, and all of the sudden chairs are tipped over, blocking routes to dangerous stuff like the stairs and power outlets. Hopefully the order from Target will get here soon with all the wonderful stuff designed to keep him away from those things so we can get our chairs back around the table where they belong — our table just seems so very lonely. I feel like leaving it little notes so it knows it’s not all alone. (Whoa, major tangent)

Anyway, this tab keeping and route blocking is crucial, because he can be in one room one minute and in the next room the other. Sometimes you wonder if he doesn’t break the “Space/Time Continuum”.

This means Dad has to be extra careful.  I can take a few minutes to write a blog post (like this one for example) and before I know it, he will be behind me (like right now for example).  Therefore, anytime I move my chair anywhere, I have to look to make sure he hasn’t quickly and quietly placed himself under my chair to play Mr. Fixit.

Whether it’s forwards or backwards, I have to check prior to going anywhere, for no one wants “squished infant” in their den — it’s so passé, not to mention most likely taboo.

I have been careful and therefore no accidents to report.  But this kid can move. Watching him figure out each new stage of development with his brilliant coach of a mother has truly been one of the joys of my life.

I put together the video below so you can share in our joy.  Make sure to pay attention to the very end when I highlight Cole’s lounging pose (also highlighted in the picture above).  When he does it, he looks like he’s posing for a portrait, or out of some scene in Titanic. Just another one of the things that keep us laughing and loving every moment.

Jh-