Category: General

Cooper is a brute of a kid.   He’s not chunky in the least – he’s one solid hunk of love and energy, pushing 24 pounds.   The kid can eat more than me when he sets his mind to it, and then burns it off so fast I often find him trying to climb…

It’s been a busy week around here… For once, I actually took pictures as each adventure came our way.   First up: a weeknight Oriole’s game!   It was nearly rained out, but we survived through a delay and then headed to our seats as the drops stopped and an evening sunset came through.  …

Casey and I both love our yard.   We’ve completely redone it over the past five years and are proud of all we’ve accomplished.   When we first moved in, it was way over-landscaped and that was way over-grown, not to mention Hurricane Isabel had just stormed through town and put the entire property under…

Cooper loves to hide.   Yesterday morning, it took me several minutes to find him, hiding behind the curtains in our bedroom.   What I should have guessed is that the game was only half the reason he was hiding.   He had a monster poop in there, smell wafting deftly through the air.  …

I just wanted to publicly announce that Cooper, three weeks shy of his first birthday, has suddenly turned into a real looker… His crazy little personality has just exploded.   Today while I was brushing my teeth, I briefly left Kenny and Cooper playing in the floor in their shared room.   Two minutes later…

Stinky Boy #1: Dudley, who has inexplicably rolled in death three times now in the last two days.   For newer readers, we live on the water – on a creek off a river off the Bay – where there are fish and crabs and tiny shrimp in abundance.   We have a dock as…

Last year for Kenny’s birthday, we gave him a little kids’ digital camera.   It’s pretty indestructible and the picture quality isn’t great, but it was  a good distraction for Kenny’s obsession with our camera.   He would “borrow” it and we wouldn’t see it for days, uncovering it only to find 447 shots of…

Just like his big brother, Cooper has reached a stage where he has to have a ball in his hand at all times.   Mostly, his ball of choice is a wiffle ball, occasionally a Major League baseball, sometimes a ping pong ball (holy terror choking hazard) and even at times a soccer ball.  …

We had our first Big Scare with Cooper this weekend. Let me preface by saying that Casey and I are crazy careful about being baby-safe around the house: cords for all the blinds on hooks, doors double locked with bolts so high even I can barely reach them, permanent gates on the top and bottom…

Cooper left babyhood today – in looks at least.   His bouffant of wild hair is no more.   He’s been called a girl too many times lately – or rather, everytime he isn’t wearing head to toe blue with some kind of logo on his shirt that says, “Mommy’s boy!”     I  begin…