The Depends...

One weekend, we ran out of diapers. It was Sunday night...and we had 2 diapers left. Caleb goes through two diapers just by thinking about them.

Ox in the mire? Poor planning? Lessons to be learned...

What would you do? Well, for us, it was DEPENDS...

the tools...

And for those of you wondering, the depends were just here at the house...

and the finished product...Caleb's face says it all.

Thanks, Elisa, for the Red-eye deletion tip!

We'll never make that mistake again!!

Candid Camera

Caleb is a bit camera shy, so it is hard to catch some of his antics on camera. Plus he hates the flash, so most pictures of him show him squinting, flailing, or crying in surprise. The picture to the left is a wonderful example. Note the screaming baby who was awoken from his slumber by a series of bright flashes. Examine the picture closely and you will notice that his pacifier is flying through the air, partially blocking his face.

Yes, capturing those precious moments is a joy...

In a previous post, I mentioned how I discovered that Caleb likes whistling... or at least I assume that he does because whenever I whistle, it makes him smile. It turns out that capturing this on camera has proved very difficult. If we try to take a picture, the result resembles the aforementioned image. Taking video of him does not seem to work because he fixates on the camera and looses all interest in anything else.

This morning I had a breakthrough. Using a candid camera technique (ie. holding the camera to the side), I was finally able to capture the ever elusive smile. Grandmas, this one is for you.

Baby Smiles

A few years ago, when my nephew James was 1 or 2 years old (he's now 5), I remember that I was the only person that would not speak to him in a high pitched squirrel-like voice. I thought it was embarrassing. My brother-in-law warned me that when I had my own children, I would do anything to make them smile... no matter how embarrassing, odd, or demeaning.

I have always believed that babies are just little people. If I wouldn't want someone to use squirrel talk with me, why would a baby want that?

Well, congrats Quinn... you were right. It started out slow. Over the past few days and weeks, I have found myself looking over my shoulder casually. When the coast was clear, I would find myself using squirrel-talk. "Squeakedy squeak squeak squeakums."

It was harmless at first. Then came the smile. Caleb one morning decided to prove to me that he had complete control over me. I was, very sheepishly, using baby-talk... I was whispering because I knew there were other people in the house. He gave me a big smile. I knew that if I stopped speaking in that humiliating voice, that he would stop smiling. Well, he won. I kept it up until he decided he was done smiling.

Last night, after conference, I was holding Caleb and whistling some of the hymns that were sung during the meetings. Caleb started to smile at me as I whistled. He would smile when I started, and stop smiling when I stopped. I was hooked. I love that little guy.

...I think i whistled for 2 hours...

Squeaky Clean

This was Caleb's first bathing experience at home:

He did not like it a whole lot...

He has moved on from screaming like we're torturing him to silently submitting. He doesn't scream, but he doesn't smile or anything. He just looks at us.


And he gets some really funky hair after we put him in his hooded towel:

This is our little monkey after his bath.

And occasionally, he'll try to bathe us. Well, mostly his Daddy.


We love him!

Oh how quickly they grow.

So our little boy Caleb is now over a month old. It is amazing to me how quickly the time passes. And despite the unbelievable volume of bio-waste that ends up in his diapers, he has grown a surprising amount. Here are some pictures for comparison.

















AMAZING!!!