I know I'm just posting videos, but this one is not by me. It shows skills on a bike I can only dream of, and the cajones to accomplish such feats.
How To Healthy Chicken Recipes
3 years ago
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Once upon a Saturday Night
"Noah videos are so hot right now" - Mugatu
On that advice, here's a new one. Bath time. Cuteness. Need I say more?
On that advice, here's a new one. Bath time. Cuteness. Need I say more?
Monday, July 13, 2009
And so it begins
Tucson summers can be quite relaxing. Either that or the heat sucks all energy from your body and turns your mind to mush, forcing the relaxation that spas advertise.
With Noah in tow, we decide that cabin fever approaches all to easily in the Eaves house. Looking outside we yearn for adventure. Our multiple small rooms leave us feeling boxed in. We need open space, room to walk briskly, and furthermore, good air conditioning.
We pack up our now practiced baby luggage, crank the ac in the car, and head for the place that fulfills all aforementioned requirements, the Mall.
I've come full circle from the pre-teen years during which the mall was my haven. I could walk there, play in the arcade, eat junk food, oogle girls, and harass the occasional store clerk; all without my parents around. Now the pre-teens are just orange cones in my stroller driving test.
We walk and talk, oogle gadgets in store windows, giggle about other people's styles, and then walk some more. It's still an excuse to eat junk food on occasion. It's also the most exercise we get at the moment.
However, I do have one concern. We are raising a kid. He is influenced by our actions every day. Will he just be another pre-teen mall junkie because of our frequent trips? Something must be done to correct this. So yesterday, to escape the house but avoid the mall, we went to Summit Hut, our local outdoor gear shop.
Not the same excercise opportunity as the mall, but a much better atmosphere to influence a child with. Another gear junkie is born, because before we could leave, Noah insisted on buying a new tent for our family travels. What was his reaction when we decided to go ahead with this purchase?
He pooped. Loud and juicy for all to hear.
I guess we need to work on our manners when in public next.
With Noah in tow, we decide that cabin fever approaches all to easily in the Eaves house. Looking outside we yearn for adventure. Our multiple small rooms leave us feeling boxed in. We need open space, room to walk briskly, and furthermore, good air conditioning.
We pack up our now practiced baby luggage, crank the ac in the car, and head for the place that fulfills all aforementioned requirements, the Mall.
I've come full circle from the pre-teen years during which the mall was my haven. I could walk there, play in the arcade, eat junk food, oogle girls, and harass the occasional store clerk; all without my parents around. Now the pre-teens are just orange cones in my stroller driving test.
We walk and talk, oogle gadgets in store windows, giggle about other people's styles, and then walk some more. It's still an excuse to eat junk food on occasion. It's also the most exercise we get at the moment.
However, I do have one concern. We are raising a kid. He is influenced by our actions every day. Will he just be another pre-teen mall junkie because of our frequent trips? Something must be done to correct this. So yesterday, to escape the house but avoid the mall, we went to Summit Hut, our local outdoor gear shop.
Not the same excercise opportunity as the mall, but a much better atmosphere to influence a child with. Another gear junkie is born, because before we could leave, Noah insisted on buying a new tent for our family travels. What was his reaction when we decided to go ahead with this purchase?
He pooped. Loud and juicy for all to hear.
I guess we need to work on our manners when in public next.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Radar
He has my ears. Poor fella, at least his aren't as big (reference figure 2).
Figure 1
Figure 2
And finally, the real icing on the ear cake... not to mention the inclusion of a creepy floating head shot to top it all off... Chris ears galore!
You're a lucky man Noah, lucky little man.
Figure 1
Figure 2
And finally, the real icing on the ear cake... not to mention the inclusion of a creepy floating head shot to top it all off... Chris ears galore!
You're a lucky man Noah, lucky little man.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Four Weeks
Four weeks ago I wrote a post saying that I would be blogging more.
HA!
I eat my words more often than not now days.
I've been amazed at how much stuff fits into a routine; if one could call sporadically doing laundry, diaper changes, and spacing out in random fashion a routine. The amount of effort Emery puts into nursing alone can amaze a workaholic.
We've had the many helpful hands of grandparents in town to aid us in this adventure of parenting. We also own many DVD's. We love how much Noah can sleep or be easily calmed. And most of all, we love the little noises he makes when hanging around.
HA!
I eat my words more often than not now days.
I've been amazed at how much stuff fits into a routine; if one could call sporadically doing laundry, diaper changes, and spacing out in random fashion a routine. The amount of effort Emery puts into nursing alone can amaze a workaholic.
We've had the many helpful hands of grandparents in town to aid us in this adventure of parenting. We also own many DVD's. We love how much Noah can sleep or be easily calmed. And most of all, we love the little noises he makes when hanging around.
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