Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Catching Up

I know, I know, I know. It's been forever. Let's move on, people. There are about 13 million new pictures of Buxton, which no doubt everyone enjoys more than my oft incoherent rambling. So here goes, beginning with a picture mommy took just this weekend.



This next one came a week or so ago at David's birthday party. Notice the tongue sticking out despite the pacifier being there. He's good at that.



Enter the game section. First event, Pull Off Daddy's Face.



Up next, restaurant checkers.



Finally, a picture from a recent trip to the beach because, if Harrison and Holden want to put it on our camera when we aren't watching, they clearly want it published for an internet audience.



Hopefully more to come soon (not the last one), so stay tuned. Just don't hold you're breath.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Longing for the Beach

Ok, so it's been quite a while since we updated anything. Probably best, given the past week here. Buxton's been sick. I don't remember the last day I showered. He's taken more baths than a clown in a dunking booth. Hasn't been a lot of fun.

So to lighten things up a bit, a video from two weeks ago and Buxton's first trip to the beach. I think it fair to say he enjoyed himself.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Buzzmaster B

So in the few months we've known our precious child, I've heard or uttered more than a few ideas as to what he might be when he grows up. Let the debate end here. Buxton's new talent makes it clear that he was born to be a hardcore rapper. So, without further delay from me, a sample of the first single laid down by your favorite powder-white rapper and mine, Buzzmaster B!!!

(You may have to turn the volume up for all its worth)

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Tummy Time

Buxton has been spending a lot of time on his tummy since he is still learning to roll. Here are a few pictures from his tummy time today.







Thursday, February 5, 2009

Dinnertime

Buxton had broccoli for the first time tonight. You can tell by the video that he did not like it. It's the first food he hasn't liked so far.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Picture Time

I hadn't downloaded any of our pictures since Christmas, so since today was a "Snow Day" I decided that it was time. Here are a few of my favorites.


Buxton eating oatmeal for the first time.



Buxton's Spikey Hair Do


Sweet Buxton


I want Daddy's hotdogs



John and I could not stop laughing when the next several pictures took place.






Check back later for pictures from Buxton's 6 month Birthday!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Crazy Talk

Yes, it's 1:36 in the morning and, yes, I'm awake. But on to more important matters.

As some of you may know, my sister got me into the nasty little habit of journaling five years ago. The entries--one for each day since--have little to do with the particulars of each inscribed date and more to do with thoughts of those days. At the end of each year, I go back and read every one, ranking the ones I like most. Why, you ask, do I bring up the topic at a time better left for sleep?

Because this past year, as one might rightfully imagine, my entire world became a tale of Buxton. My writing succumbed accordingly, and most every day has some thought bent toward the little wonder. Which would be all well and good, were it not for said ranking--an effort currently ongoing.

I will not say picking one entry instead of another is like choosing between children, because I know better now. It is, however, like choosing which of my own teeth I might leave alone and which ones I might set on fire. Either way someone gets hurt, and someone is me.

Tonight I eliminated the night we went into labor, a writing of readiness for our son that ended mid-sentence with news that changed our lives forever. Tonight I eliminated a depiction of my wife singing sweetly to our unborn child only a month after we knew to expect him. How can such things happen? How can there be no space for such miracles?

When this list finds daylight, it promises to be spectacular. But, if you see me in the meantime, be little surprised if a handful or two of hair is missing.