I yam what I yam

The Cousins Meet

My cousin "Kai Kai"

hey, i like that guy

Me and my big cousin Finn

real life glow-worm

Me and my mom and dad

Look Uncle Ry, it's my daddy.....i think it's my daddy, hey, it's Uncle T!

yeah, weddings are boring....

Me and my family in Tahoe last weekend. See how much fun I'm having??

Artistic rendering of Killian

Natalie has scrubbed off all of Killian’s hair.

They call it cradle cap. We call it gross. Killian has been going through these phases where he get’s this crusty stuff on his head. I suppose it oozes out somehow but then hardens, resembling crusty earwax. Yeah, we’re all pretty stoked about it.
When we bathe him we’re usually able to get a lot of it off, but then his scalp dries and it gets flakey and then the yellow crust comes back. A lot like earwax in fact. Did I say how attractive this makes him?
Anyway, we purchased some special shampoo that is supposed to alleviate this menacing head affliction. Natalie was going to put it to use the next day. So I get a call at work…the next day. It was Natalie telling me she was bathing KJK and had in addition to scrubbing the yellow gunk of his head, scrubbed off most of his hair.
I got home, and sure enough – most of the soft, downy hair that once graced his little dome was gone. He went from having the du of Gerald Ford to a Dwight Eisenhower. He’s also got a nice rubbed away spot in the back that he sleeps on, which also gives him a bit of a mullet. Needless to say, I really hope his hair grows back. Despite is over abundance of charm, it’s going to be difficult for him to pull chicks sporting the du of a Cupie Doll. But at least he can become President.

Visitors

He's got no skills!

It wasn’t long ago, I was thinking how utterly helpless our child is. Even a baby Bandicoot, which is born virtually legless, can manage crawling to its mom’s teet in order to get the goods. In comparison, human babies got no skills. Seriously, if we just left Killian at home for like a day…he would just lay there and do nothing. Well, not nothing, I mean he’d look around…probably coo a bit at a painting on the wall (he does that, he talks to paintings) but other than that- useless. He’s got no survival skills. It’s a good thing he’s not a zookeeper. He’d be tiger food faster than you can say, “OH-NO MY BABY!” But how quickly things are changing. This past week our little man reached up wit his clammy little mitt, and deliberately stuffed it in his mouth. Finally, he has come to understand that he has access to his own hands and feet, and can suck on these appendages as opposed to Natalie’s or my own. Oh the joy and comfort this brings him. Killian again impressed us as well as melted Natalie’s heart when he reached out and pet my face early one morning. Oh how we marveled at his genius. Then Natalie proceeded to show me a game that she and Killian now play where she gives a series of clicks with her mouth then moves in for a big kiss on his face. Like Pavlov’s dog, Killian opens his mouth wide anticipating his mom’s lovin,’ he then smiles wildly with giddiness. The boy also seems to have grown as interested in staring at us as we are of staring at him- so we often find ourselves sitting around staring at each other cooing and ga-ga-ing and giggling at how fascinating we find each other. Sure we probably look like a bunch of idiots, but we’re a match made in heaven. Now I know that none of the things I’ve just described would count as survival skills per se, but I also happen to know that the Bandicoots only live for about three years, so how’s that for skills?