New Stories

Colby,

Two new stories and one old story I thought were worthy of sharing: 

• New story - Yesterday we got a packaged delivered in bubble wrap.  You giggleg and smiled while running in place popping every bubble you could.  I will try to post the video later. 
• New story - On Sunday I gave you a piece of dark chocolate...not the brightest of ideas considering it was not in a wrapper (you ended up looking like a hobo!).  Here is the evidence: 

• Old story - Thinking back to an older story that I want to put up here.  It was just before Christmas of 2010.  We were in the basement in your play area.  All of a sudden you went over by the couch.  I went in there to check on you but you were busy working on a #2.  You made it clear that you were to be left alone as you flailed your arm for me to GO AWAY while you maintained a grip with your other arm.  Sorry I interrupted.  :)

You are really growing up so fast!

Love you,
Dad

Welcome Home!

Colby,

Today (11.11.11), I came home from work and got the best greeting from you.  You shouted "dad," screamed, and then ran to give me a big hug!  It truly made my day.

Later, we were playing with your Thomas the Train match cards.  You could name nearly all of them.  I was so impressed. 

A picture from a few weeks ago where you are learning about static electricity.  :)

Thank you Colby,
Dad

Ps:  Your mother had a good story.  Apparently Wrigley had some gagging belches today and you started making the same gagging noise back at her.

New Colby Stories

Dear Colby,

So on Saturday morning (August 27), I went to get you out of bed.  While changing your diaper, I let out a "manly sound" and you said "uh-oh!  Poo-poo!"  I giggled the rest of the day about it. 

On Sunday (August 28), we went with your cousins to "A Day out with Thomas" at the Union, IL train museum.  I loved sitting on the train with you while you said "Thomas" and "Choo Choo".  It was worth the 90 minute drive and the price of admission (barely). :)  My favorite part was when you got fake tattoos on your legs.  You kept bending over and staring at them until the blood rush to your head was too much to handle. Here is a picture from the day:

Love you,
Dad

Better late than never...

Dear Colby:

So I have been meaning to do this for about a year now but I thought better late than never.  I hope I keep updating this every time you does something I want to remember but I know that isn't practical.  I promise to do my best and hope you will get a kick out of this someday.

Scratching my head for my earliest memories of you, I can think of a couple of good stories when you were less than one month old:

• The first time I got to feed you.  If you can read between the lines, my role in feeding you was limited until you went to solid foods.  However, when you were about a week or two old, I got to feed you a five oz bottle.  I was very proud of myself for getting you to drink the whole thing.  That lasted for about ten seconds when someone said that I should take a break every couple of ounces. Immediately after they said it, you regurgitated all five ounces on me.  Live and learn.
• Another favorite story is the very first time I got to see you.  Your mother had to have an emergency c-section but fortunately I was able to be in the operating room.  The doctors told me to stand up to see you but I tried deferring so your mother and I could see you together for the first time.  After getting berated for 30 seconds to stand up, I agreed and got my first look at you.  You were blue and not breathing.  Your mommy asked me how he looked, I told her "great!"...fortunately I was wearing a mask and she was heavily sedated and exhausted so my fear was hidden. 

I will try to add to this list as well as add other time periods in the future.  Enjoy a picture of you in his first Husker outfit:

Love you Colby,
-Dad