If I need to laugh I pull up this clip. The story is this - Eamonn has entered a new phase whereby he's mature enough to realize that there are things in the world that can hurt him, so he's started to exhibit fear around things he previously ignored. This means we now try to ease him into new sounds/processes to avoid a blowup (vacuum, hair dryer, etc.). Last weekend we enjoyed a visit with twin Aunts Beth and Chrissy. We cooked a gourmet meal! Eamonn stopped by the kitchen after his bath (translation: close to bed time and a notoriously delicate mood). So I tried to make the food processor fun. It worked - it REALLY worked. Eamonn was hysterical. For so long that Greg had time to walk the length of our house to pick up the camera and walk back to film it. So that is why this clip starts off with the cameraman approaching the kitchen. I didn't realize then that poor Beth ended up stuck in the laundry room while Eamonn put on his show!
Second clip is 2 months old. I took Eamonn to the zoo and it turns out he can speak gorilla. He continued speaking gorilla as we exited the park - even scaring one older lady who jumped as we approached her from behind and Eamonn sounded like a wild animal. It was pretty funny.
Father's Day 2008
Greg got checked out in "The Last Hurrah" and Pops taught Eamonn the rules of the boat - FUN!
So much fun!
I love this age. It seems as though Eamonn gets cuter each day. He's close to walking - I just bought him his first pair of "real" shoes on Saturday. His newest trick is to dance. I would dance with him to music - but he picked up bouncing up and down on his own. He now does it when prompted (e.g. "eamonn - dance!") and also when he hears music with a good beat.
We're so proud!
Eamonn's absolute FAVORITE activity this week is to push his truck around as a walker. One of the pictures included under "Thirteen months" was taken on Shelter Island. I am frankly a little sick of walking the sidewalks around our neighborhood - so I packed up Eamonn and the truck and we went to Shelter Island last week. It was a memorable day. The weather was the kind for which San Diego is known - not a cloud in the sky; sailboats were out; and every once in a while a military helicopter would pass by to break up the scene. My parents have pictures of me brushing my mother's hippie-long hair at the very same place when I was 4 or 5. I have to admit I get teary realizing I am now enjoying the same spot with my own kid! And it is really, really fun.
We're hoping to picnic there as a fam this weekend. Eamonn's use of "mama" and "dada" has evolved into one word - he starts with "mama" and then "dada" follows. His Pops thinks that it is really cool that he uses them interchangeably - arguing it's evidence of the balanced presence Greg and I each have in his life. It's nice to think so.
He calls our dog Bella - "bah bah" and he still tries to say tractor and trash truck. "Puh" means plane (I so wish it meant "please".....). And he still adores his books.
I know I've been remiss in keeping up the blog. The absence reflects his first real illness (NO SLEEP + crying = NO FUN) and the marked increase in his activity and mine in chasing after him.
All in all, I don't know what we did to deserve such a happy kid, but we are so so appreciative and filled with love for him in a way I didn't know was possible pre-parenthood. I suppose I look at my own parents and others in a new light. Definitely with new respect. This is hard work - but so worth it. On that sappy note, I'll sign off!
We're so proud!
Eamonn's absolute FAVORITE activity this week is to push his truck around as a walker. One of the pictures included under "Thirteen months" was taken on Shelter Island. I am frankly a little sick of walking the sidewalks around our neighborhood - so I packed up Eamonn and the truck and we went to Shelter Island last week. It was a memorable day. The weather was the kind for which San Diego is known - not a cloud in the sky; sailboats were out; and every once in a while a military helicopter would pass by to break up the scene. My parents have pictures of me brushing my mother's hippie-long hair at the very same place when I was 4 or 5. I have to admit I get teary realizing I am now enjoying the same spot with my own kid! And it is really, really fun.
We're hoping to picnic there as a fam this weekend. Eamonn's use of "mama" and "dada" has evolved into one word - he starts with "mama" and then "dada" follows. His Pops thinks that it is really cool that he uses them interchangeably - arguing it's evidence of the balanced presence Greg and I each have in his life. It's nice to think so.
He calls our dog Bella - "bah bah" and he still tries to say tractor and trash truck. "Puh" means plane (I so wish it meant "please".....). And he still adores his books.
I know I've been remiss in keeping up the blog. The absence reflects his first real illness (NO SLEEP + crying = NO FUN) and the marked increase in his activity and mine in chasing after him.
All in all, I don't know what we did to deserve such a happy kid, but we are so so appreciative and filled with love for him in a way I didn't know was possible pre-parenthood. I suppose I look at my own parents and others in a new light. Definitely with new respect. This is hard work - but so worth it. On that sappy note, I'll sign off!
One year old!
We had a great visit with the Daniels clan and a low-key birthday party at SDYC over Opening Day weekend.
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