Kemper's First Day at Daycare..... and the Projectile Vomit

Not related, but both happened this week.

With my days as a stay at home mom quickly nearing an end, we figured we should get the wee man into daycare, so it's not complete craziness when I return to work. I often said while I was off on Mat leave that I didn't know how our mom's did it when they had to return to work after only a few short months with us. I think now I have figured it out. We didn't know that our mommies were leaving us, so it didn't matter quite as much. I've just gotten so used to being with Kemper every day, all day. Back in the day, you knew that soon you'd be back to work, and among the sleepless nights and poopy diapers, you'd be adding either part or full time employment into that mix. Now that Kemper is starting to make strange, and be clingy, ofcourse, it is time to leave him with someone he does not know. Not to mention, all of the children. He sees other kids pretty much only once a week now, when we go to our play group. I know that being surrounded by the other kids will be beneficial, but he's the smallest, and I'm secretly scared he'll get picked on. I know that our sitter wouldn't let that happen, but it's one of many scenerio's that I've made up in my head... and when I say many, I mean many.

His sitter said that he did not bad. He cried off and on all day, and made strange here and there.

As I walked up the stairs away from him, my heart hurt. I was just hoping that he didn't cry.... please don't cry. If he cried, I'd have to go back down and get him. Pick him up. Love him. He needs his mama. But he didn't. He was fine. As I got into my car I looked in the rearview mirror, Isaw his little mirror, his car seat, his blanket... I backed out of the driveway and headed towards the store. My heart hurt a little more. I thought, "I can't do this! I can't go back to work! I can't be away from him for more than eight HOURS a day! I'm quitting work! That's it!" But I went into my mom's store, and I started to work. I thought about him all day. I refrained from calling, because I knew if he was crying when I called, I would have to save him. When I finally bailed on the store 5 hours (yeah 5 hours) later, I couldn't get to the sitters quick enough. I didn't speed or anything, I have pretty much stopped speeding and driving like a moron since I've had Kemper. I was so excited to see him. And he was so excited to see me too! I couldn't stop hugging and kissing him for the rest of the night. I put him in his car seat, I'd kiss him.... I'd take him out of his car seat, I'd kiss-kiss-kiss him. I'd give him some dinner, and kiss him. I guess this is really no different than any other day, I just appreciated these kisses that much more.

That was our Wednesday.

Thursday, we hung out all day, and looked forward to Thursday night with daddy. Since before Christmas, before Hallowe'en I guess, Thursday nights have been daddy and Kemper nights. I go to the store for three hours and they get to have "Man Night". I enjoy this time out of the house alone, and I know that he's in good hands. When I got home, he came crawlin' whinin' towards me. I just thought this was the same reaction that he'd give me when I'd leave him, the "where did you go with out me?" reaction. It wasn't. He wasn't feeling well. He wanted his mama.

Kevin says to me, "He puked. A lot."
Me: "Was he crying again."
Kevin: "No, he was having a bottle on me. He just barfed. All over me."
Me: "Poor baby doesn't feel well."
Kevin after going to get his puked on shirt, "See?"
Me: "Gross, it stinks!"

He continued to play and then come back to see me. Play for a bit, where's my mama.... and then it came, and came and came. I have never seen that much of anything come out of a little person. It was everything that he had in him, and it was on me, and it was all over him. I picked him up and we went into the bathroom. I stripped off both of our puked covered clothes, and I put my jammies on and started running the bath water for him. He started shivering. He never shivers. What-the-friggin-heck? He was pastie. Pastie white. With black eyes. My God, one day in day care and he's friggin sick? Ofcourse, this was the first thing that both Kevin and I thought, and ofcourse said. All Thursday night he would fall asleep on me, and I would put him down and he would wake up.... vomitting. Babies shouldn't vomit! They should *spit up*, not carry on like a grown person who's drank too much. Sweet-Mother-of-Mercy. I didn't sleep too much Thursday night. We pulled our mattress into the living room floor, which is usually saved for Friday night movie nights. The whole purpose was so that Kemper could sleep in his play-pen which won't fit in our room. We wanted to be close to him to hear if he was being sick again. Not five minutes after I put him in there he was sleep-puking. What-the-hell. I put him in between Kevin and I. I had earlier talk Kevin that we should take him to the hospital. Kevin said it's probably just the flu. I didn't care. I didn't end up taking him in, but at 1:30 decided if he was sick anymore I was calling the ER to see if I should bring him in. He wasn't sick anymore. Thank God. It was awful. I know that he'll be sick again in the future at some point, but what I wouldn't give for it to be when he's 16 (wishful thinking) and he's drank a few beers. *sighs*

On a brighter note, he seems to be back to his old, and by old I mean young, self again.

Side Note: We really don't spend that much time in the bathroom, bath time just seems to be photo op time.

Daddy's First Over Nighter.... alone.

Went well. Very well.

I was able to leave in the afternoon, totally confident that my men would be alright. I can honestly say that I wasn't worried at all. I don't know if that makes me a bad mom, or makes Kevin a good dad. I think it's the latter.

Bon Jovi kicked some serious butt. If it wasn't "the" best it was definitly one of "the" best shows I've seen, but that's a different story, for a different blog.

This was the first time that I was away, by myself, for more that a few hours. It was great, and I had a wicked good time with Debbie and Sandra. It was when I first woke up in the morning that I really started missing them... all of them. Kemper, Kevin and Corson too. I didn't rush home though. I hung around with my ma-in-law for a few hours and didn't leave to come home until around 12:30. By the time I stopped at Walmart to make my weekly deposit, and made the journey home it was almost 3 O'clock. The first thing I see is my sweet little man's face, greeting me with a great big smile. My men had a great night and day without me. I'll tell you, it makes having to go back to work and do the midnight shift much easier when you know that everything will be okay.

I'm not overly excited about going back to work, but I've accepted it now. Only a little over a month left.....

Here's one of Kemper's newest tricks, I'm sure you'll get as much of a kick out of it as we did!

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Originally uploaded by Kemper's Mommy.

This is one of the photo's we got taken for Christmas.

Busy Bee

Kemper is pretty good at letting us know when it's bed time now. We'll be hanging out in the livingroom playing, when suddenly he takes off frantically in the direction of the bathroom. I'm not sure if he thinks his daddy's in there or he has figured out the bath time routine, but if the door is closed, he sure lets me know. When I open the door it's straight to the tub (thank goodness it's not to the toilet), where he watches the water fill up. He dances back and forth in an excited manner! Bath time! Bath time! I'm so glad that he likes the big boy tub. We were a little worried when we made the transfer from the kitchen sink to the big tub. I only had to get in with him once, and he seemed okay after that. Now he would stay in there all night if he could! He loves splashing and carrying on, and just being in the water.
I know at some point, this love of baths will not be a love anymore, so we're enjoying the time when he does want to be clean and smell nice!

9 Months, and Where Have We Been?

Wow.... where exactly did the holiday's go? Well, they've been and gone and we have lots of new toys and clothes to prove it! Kemper was more than spoiled by everyone. Thanks everyone!

My lack of Blogging was 1st of all due to the video I was putting together for our parents for Christmas. It turned out awesome! Secondly, there was so much going on over the last month that I just didn't have time to sit down and chill at the computer!

In one month, so much has changed. As you can see in the first picture, Kemper has now graduated to the big tub. Not crazy about it at first, but soon enough was loving all the space to play around. The wee soldier cut three more teeth in 2 days. He stands up in his crib. He stands up at the furniture. He moves around the furniture. *sighs* I can hardly believe that he is 9 months old. He eats crackers, and grilled cheese, and vegetables.... and cheerios, and yogourt... wow. Everyday Kevin and I look at him and think, "Wow.... this little man used to eat 8 times a day, and in between eating, he'd sleep, and poop.... and that was it. Now he's crawling all over the house, he's got his own little personality, he dances.... "

What an incredible first 9 months.

We have a couple of bites for daycare. It sure is making my life a little easier. March is sneaking up quickly. Then we'll be in for a whole new world!

Thanks for stopping by!

Almost 8 Months

...and I apologize for the lull in my writing lately. I've been busy, as you can imagine. Christmas shopping, Christmas baking, hanging with Kemper, and working on the house. I haven't been up to my parents to play on the computer for weeks.

Kemper is changing by the minute. Brighter everyday. And more and more gorgeous everyday.

We've had a family Christmas mid-November and we were able to see all of the family on the Fawcett side. It was great. Great Gramma & Great Grampa were thrilled to see Kemper, and Kemper was equally excited!



This past weekend was my works Children's Christmas party. As in the past couple of years my dad, Kemper's Papa, did his Santa gig. He does an absolutely fabulous job, but despite his jolly nature, Kemper was less than thrilled to be on "the big scary hairy mans" knee. I don't know who was more broken hearted, Kemper or Papa! We'll be trying out the Santa thing again this weekend at the Blundell Family Christmas, and then again at The firefighters Christmas party the weekend after. We don't want to traumatize him, but the my nurse told me that he shouldn't remember much, if any of this stuff.

The wee boy unfortunately has my skin, which seems to be dry already. I'm doing my best to keep him full of moisturizer. Anyone out there have any suggestions?

I will certainly do my best to post more often this month!

7 Months

Kemper will eat almost anything!

"ROAR"

"What's that I see?"

Can you believe that it has already been seven amazing months since Kemper blessed our lives? The old saying of "time flies when you're having fun" is ringing so true. Lately, Kemper and I have been enjoying daily walks to take in the crisp fall air. He loves looking at the trees, and he gets a kick out of passers by telling him how cute, or handsome he is. I'm sure he's thinking, "I know!"

A few new things this month, and two of them are teeth. He cut his first tooth on his 6 month birthday and his second two weeks later. He had some days where he was obviously uncomfortable, but it was nothing terrible. *listen to me, it's like I know what he's feeling in his mouth* He started getting rice rusk cookies/ crackers, and he thinks he's the man, feeding himself. We have been having some difficulty around feeding time. He seems to cry through most, if not all, of his sit down meals. I'm sure now that he's just tired of the rice cereal, so I've cut that down and given more veggies, but you would swear that we didn't feed the poor child the way he carries on. He still loves his bottles. He grunt's like a little animal when he sees them, and they best be top priority to the mama if she's got one in his sight.

He still cries at Neptune. A lot. But, very rarely, have we given in. It feels mean at the time, but I'm not about to rock a 6 year-old to sleep. At night, his bedtime runs very smoothly. He loves his bath, and has recently started to fuss when you take him out, maybe trying to tell us, "Hey, I'm not DONE yet!"

Despite my obsessive and compulsive hand washing the past month or so, Kemp man still managed to pick up a cold. It's really nothing serious as of yet. Just a little cough, which we didn't know was real for the first day because he "fakes" so often. He thinks it's pretty neat that he can make the *cough cough* sound and mommy or daddy will say, "My, that's a terrible cough you have!" He's been a little sleepier the past couple of days, and that's either the cold, or another growth spurt.

Kemper and Daddy time is going quite well. I feel so much more comfortable leaving the pair of them alone now. I think my only nervousness before was that I was the milk maker. He wasn't used to a bottle before, so I felt bad leaving Kevin with a babe that may, or may not, take the food he was offering.

The Christmas season is quickly approaching, and daddy and I have got our elves working tirelessly to make Kemper's first Christmas a wonderful one. Taking shifts at the store will really help make Santa's job an easier one. I'm working 3 shifts this week... short ones, but I'm still with out the wee man for 3 shifts! I guess it will ease me back into the work force.

Well, we're off to enjoy some of this beautiful fall day that has been sent our way!

Last Week.... in a Nutshell

It's been so much easier, for obvious reasons, to leave Kemper with his dad lately. Since he's been weaned I've been out on my own a couple of times. Last Thursday I went to work at my mom's store, "Bake and Bits". I left pretty much as soon as Kevin got home from work. I got a couple of calls that night. One was, "Yeah, so how do you open this diaper genie thing?" The "Diaper Genie" is relatively new to our house, so that was understandable. The next one was Kevin saying, "what's wrong? I got a message from your mom saying, "'Pick up the phone, Kevin,'" and he said she sounded upset. Here's the thing, my mom often sounds upset on the phone.... she swears she's not, but sometimes she worries me! I got home around 9:30 to see the wee man in the kitchen sink... and he gave me a big huge smile. So nice to be welcomed home with a sweet smile. I was worried about him being asleep, but apparently he had a nap so he was a little behind schedule.

Friday was a nice evening in.

Saturday I got crazy stuff done around the house. Cleaned all the nooks and crannies. Tucked in speaker wire here and there. After all, it won't be long and he'll be crawling. He's already motoring around the livingroom backwards. He's got the hardwood floor figured out!

Saturday my cousin Sarah was getting married. I missed the ceremony, but really wanted to get to the reception. I knew Kevin had a long day, so my mom and I had intended on going. My mom ended up having a really busy day at work, too. So, I decided that I would go on my own. I'd never gone to a wedding by myself. I am so glad that I went. I ran into two of my most cherished friends Karla and Mark. I haven't seen them since their wedding back in September '03. We've had brief contact, mostly through the Blogging World, but this is the first time I've got to give them great big hugs since a tradgedy struck their hopes and dreams. Their beautiful daughter, Ava Marie, was born with wings on April 14th, 2005, and after seven short hours with her loving parents and family she flew on up to Heaven.

Ava's mommy and daddy are two of the strongest people I know. Despite what they've been dealt, they are dealing. The best way they know how. Together. They are not sitting around feeling sorry for themselves. They are out there making sure Ava's memory is and forever will be, very much alive. They are making their baby girl proud.

Kemper's mama kissed his head when she got home.

Love ya, love ya!

Our sweet angel, sleeping on a fall walk at Gramma's house.



Every fall, when everyone is heading back to school, I find myself longing for the good ol' days. The care free days of college where it was my decision whether I got up to go to class, and just the wonderful times of new friends, and a new city. Not so much this year. I think it may be because I am now my little man's slave, and not a slave to "the man". It's funny how just a few months off and I have not had a back ache (despite carrying the 18 and a half pounder around all day), a stress migraine, or wanted to completely blow my top! Only a few months left, but I hope to be a different person when I head back to work in March. Enough, about that though...

What's new over here? Kemper is now weaned from his mama. I was indecisive near the end at whether or not to keep the before bed feeding. It was an easy enough decision as I stood in the mirror and saw the breast pads through my T-shirt.... enough of that already! When I was pregnant I told Kevin I would nurse for a month, and then I would return to my selfish ways... I wanted to go back on my acne meds, and I wanted to have a cigarette. Little did I know that when Kemper was placed in my arms my selfishness would subside. All I cared about was Kemper and his health. I have given him everything I could, and I managed to nurse for 6 and a half months. And I will continue to give him the gift of a non-smoking mommy. I think at the beginning of my pregnancy, it was just, like I said before, the selfishness of wanting to be *my own* person again. I don't need cigarettes to be my own person.

Kemper had his first and second over nighter in the same week! Kevin and I were lucky enough to join his brother Shane and his girlfriend Sandra for the Leafs game last Tuesday night. It was nice to be able to leave him and be comfortable with it. When he was brand new, I had a hard time leaving him at all, let alone for the night. I felt good about being out as a couple with my husband, but I did miss the little one. I held back from calling Nana and Papa just to see what he was doing. I was there to pick him up at 7:30am. Corson was more excited to see me then Kemper was! *L*

We went to Kevin's cousin Chris and Carlissa's wedding on Saturday. Again, was 100% comfortable with it, but just missed him. It got a little easier through the night as I was distracted by dancing. We returned to the hotel around midnight, and I told myself that "yes, it is too late to call.... and if they needed me, they'd call!" We had breakfast the next morning at Kevin's Uncle Don and Aunt Linda's with Brain, Amanda, and Grandma and Grandpa Fawcett. It was a very nice visit, and when we said our good-byes, I was ready to be home.
24 hours and he didn't forget who we were!

He's been blowing raspberries for a while now, but now he's trying to do the little indian chant on his own, and to move his fingers up and down on his own lips to make silly sounds.

He still only has the one tooth, but I'm pretty sure there are more on their way shortly. He's constantly gumming on something, usually whatever he can get his mouth on, even his pudgy little toes.

Tonight we begin a new phase, as mommy heads to work at the store when daddy gets home from his day at work. Daddy will be flying solo from dinner until bed time tonight. I might be home on time to say good night, if he's up past 9. If not, I will learn how daddy feels when he is out late and only gets to kiss the sleeping head of our beautiful baby boy.

So, good night Sweet Angel, mama will see you in the morning.

Six Sweet Months

Here's the K-dog in the kitchen sink. He loves, loves, loves the bath!

This is the little man on his 6 month birthday! Look at me now!

Our First Family Photo

This photo was taken by Gramma B., who was fortunate enough to be at the hospital when we got the wee man back from Orillia the night after he was scooped away from us with low blood sugar.

I can hardly believe he was that small!

PS I know you're probably thinking "enough with the old pics! Let's get some new ones!" I'll do my best to get some on tonight!

Wrapped around his baby finger

Kemper has picked a fine time to start saying mum-mum-mum-mum-mum.

As I lay him down for his morning nap and walk away, ofcourse the tears start. It's kind of a *I'm-not-even-tired-why-are-you-doing-this-please-just-hold-me-and-love-me* cry, but you know how we're trying to break the poor lad of needing us to fall asleep. So I walk back down to check on the teary eyed boy, and to re-insert the Nuk in his mouth, when he looks straight up at me and in a teary voice he says, "mum-mum-mum-mum-mum". Almost like, "see, I know who you are, and I want you to PICK ME UP!" Let me tell you, it takes everything (and I *do* mean everything) not to pick him up and cuddle my wee soldier.

We have been able to have some mommy-baby bonding time through the nights recently. On Saturday night I was awoken by some serious crying. This is quite unusual for Kemper, who usually just wimpers a bit and maybe talks a little. When I went into the nursery he was on all fours crying and rocking back and forth. Something had to be upsetting him... and Sunday, we discovered what that was!

Kemper got his first TOOTH!

Jen and I decided to do something to celebrate the beautiful fall day, so with Kemper in tote we took off to the Collingwood area to get some apples. We had an interesting time with no map or real idea of where we were going, but we found some fresh local apples. Originally we had planned on looking for a U-Pick orchard but ended up being just as satisfied with some already picked ones. We asked the girl at the apple stand if she knew of any good places to eat, and she recommended Piper's in Thorbury. The food was fantastic. Kemper had some yummy beans and rice cereal (no, they don't serve baby food, mama brought it with us). He played in the highchair while we ate. And I'm not really sure how I ended up with my finger in his mouth, but.... that-kinda-feels-like-a-tooth! Holy smokes! So that's what all the fussin' was about! Poor lil dude!

I have come to the conclusion that I am in for itwhen Kemper gets older. Perhaps even just a little bit older. He has been such an incredible baby. I mean, who really deserves a baby *this good*? If Kemper cries, there is something wrong. He's not a "well, I just feel like crying" baby. And I have gotten *countless* comments on what a happy baby he is. And he is. This morning when I went to answer his calls from his crib, he just looked up and smiled in the darkness. What a perfect angel. The most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

I never imagined I would love being a mom this much.

Wishes for Kemper

I was thinking this may be a good avenue to have our friends and family post some wishes for our sweet baby boy... please post a comment to send him wishes!

Thanks!

Like the Leaves of Fall...

...our little man is changing.

Fall is one of my favorite times of year. I am so lucky this year to be sharing the fall with Kemper. We are enjoying our nightly walks with Auntie Jen and Corson. Now that the cooler weather is here, Kemper is often in some warm and fuzzy fleece and his mama can't stop cuddling him. I've been told on more than one occasion to take it all in now, because he won't want mommy mauling him with hugs and kisses forever. I will certainly take what I can get now.

Kemper's newest trick: sitting up solo.
He looks so darn sweet. All little and cute, and sitting up straight!
(I'm having issues with posting pics right now, but will post some of this feat asap)

We're getting on a pretty good schedule with eating, naps, bathtime and bedtime. The past week or so, he's been sleeping from 9ish until 6 or 7.
It's funny though, when Kemper was wee and he was waking up a few times a night, it never really bothered me. (Mind you, there were a few nights that I could've done without the company!) I think I just looked at it as quality time, and that it wouldn't be forever, so again, I should take it in.

Kemper goes to sleep on his own in his bed pretty much every nap and at bedtime now. There again, are exceptions, like when his Papa feels the need to rock him to sleep. Can't blame him though, it really is one of the best feelings in the world.

Well, that's all for now... but I'll post some new pics as soon as I can!

da-da-da-da-da

To Kevin and I it sure sounds like he's callin' for his DA-DA, but he's actually just figured out how to put a couple of sounds together and spew them out repetitively. It really is a beautiful sound!

For a while he seemed to stop "talking" as much, and did a lot more observing. Now he's found his voice again, and will talk and screech up a storm while hangin' out in his Exersaucer.

On the food front, Kemper has now added squash, sweet potatoes, and wax beans to his pallet. All seem to go over quite well. He has informed me that cereal must come first or else he has no interest in it. He is also having a 4 oz. bottle of formula with lunch and dinner. We'll probably add one more bottle of formula to the mix later this week. Kemper is yummin' up the formula, so needless to say, weaning is going quite well. I guess we'll see how it's working on mom when we add another bottle to the mix.

With the cooler temperatures here, I guess it's official, my first "summer off" in I guess 13 or 14 years is over. We're looking forward to the next 6 months to hang out together!

Well, that's all for now!

See you soon!

If I Had a Million Dollars

I would shop til I dropped! I've found that since I've had my wee boy, I've wanted nothing more than to buy him things here and things there! He's been blessed (by blessed I mean spoiled) by everyone he knows, or doesn't know for that matter. When we were in the hospital and even soon after, we were spoiled with gifts from friends and family, aswell as from people that we'd never met. Things from friends of our parent's, gifts from co-workers of our parents. It is truly incredible.

Recently my cousin Nicole and Aunt Katherine went to New York City for a visit... and they came back with gifts for Kemper! How thoughtful! He's got an navy blue FDNY onsie and a red FDNY t-shirt for when he's a bit bigger.

This week Nana, Papa, Kemper and I made the trek down to the much anticipated Vaughan Mills. Did I mention I like to shop for my wee man? Oooh, Roots and Old Navy and The Childrens Place! Luckily I had other people to buy for... I managed to scoop up some deals on gifts for our God sons, and a few other things here and there. My last purchase of the day, was certainly my favorite. Kemper's Halloween costume... Ohmagawd! We already new he was the cutest boy in the whole wide world, but this just reiterates that fact. I'll give you a clue.... *ROAR*

We're going out to buy a new car seat for the K-dog today. I'm sure he's not yet over the weight for his current one, but he won't be long now!

The whole "Crying it Out" is working... but let me tell you, he sure does cry! Some day's more than others, depending on how tired he is. It's a lot less stress on the mom when she's not holding the screaming, frantic, "I'm so NOT tired" baby.

Well, I'm off to start baking a cake for my gramma's birthday. I'll post pictures if it's pretty!

Mmmm... Peas and Carrots!

In the past week we've introduced 4 new things.

First we tried some peas and yummy yummy! Personally, I can't even handle the rancid smell of the green matter that pours from the wee Heinz jar, but I still dab it to my lip to make sure that it's at an edible temperature.

Second we moved onto a brighter more stain leaving vegetable.... bright orange carrots. These too were a hit with the wee lad.

Just yesterday I introduced formula into a mid day feeding. I originally hadn't intended on nursing this long, but now, I'm actually having mixed feelings of letting it go. I think Kemper and Mommy are both ready for this though.

And the last, and the most trying event of this week, is starting to let the Kdog "cry it out". I guess I've spoiled him until now.... well I don't guess, I know. I couldn't help but hold him until he went to sleep. It was such a wonderful feeling. Until about a month ago. He started swatting and crying and carrying on to do anything he could to not fall asleep. This in turn was upsetting the mom, which would only make the babe feel worse I'm sure. Crying it out seemed mean... until I tried it.

He cried for probably a total of an hour and a half yesterday, and as much as I don't like to hear him cry, it's healthy for babies to cry. I'd sneak it every once in a while to make sure he wasn't stuck anywhere, and even to give him his Nuk back. But then.... he fell asleep! I am so glad that I finally tried this. I had thought about it, but I thought I was mean to do it. My mom suggested to me the other day to just try it. So I did. You know, maybe mom's do know everything! I know that I've got a few more years to put in until I know quite as much as my mom, but I'm working on it.

It's the little things lately that have been making me grateful for one of my best friends. Thanks mom!

Five Months

Five months ago today, we were oogling and adoring our new little man. Can you believe it's been 5 whole months already?

A few things that have happened this month:

1. The wee man started eating rice cereal. Mmmmm
   
2. Kemper spent the evening with Nana and Papa while mommy and daddy went to a movie.
3. He's becoming more mobile.... even if it means he has to roll himself all over the living room.
4. Aunty Jen had her first night flying solo with the young lad while mommy and daddy went to Boner and Michelle's wedding.
5. Mommy, Jen and Kemper went to the Elmvale Jungle Zoo.

I haven't been feeling that great lately. My allergies are really taking a beating on me this year. I look like I walked into a wall face first, and I feel about the same. Unfortunatly, my mood is trickling down to Kemper. I guess because I'm out of whack and I don't feel like playing and carrying on quite as much as usual, he's feeling bored and cranky. The pharmacist gave me some new allergy meds to try and they seem to be working a tiny bit better than the old stuff I was taking.

I'm feeling a bit better and that energy is moving on down to Kemper. Yay!

Four Generations of Blundells

This past Saturday we joined the family in celebrating Great Nana's 87th birthday. This was the first time that Kemper was able to meet his Great Nana. It was a great time, despite the rain that we brought with us.

If you were to meet Nana, I don't think you would guess that she's 87. Although her vision has for the most part left her through Glaucoma, she still gets around pretty well. She lives on her own in an apartment (although if she had her way she'd still be in the old farm house).

There's nothing better than sitting around listening to some of the stories that Nana has to tell. We're looking forward to hearing many more!

Happy 87th Birthday, Great Nana!

A Date with the Dukes

Last Saturday Kevin and I had our first night out sans baby. We both grew up watching the Dukes of Hazzard so we were really stoked when we found out there was a movie coming out. We had asked my parents to watch Kemper for us about two weeks before we had actually planned on going.

Nana and Papa were excited to have their first night with Kemper sans mommy and daddy. We decided to go to the late show, so unfortunately, Kemper was sleepy not long after Nana and Papa got to our house.

Kevin and I had a great time, although it was definitly different not having my boy with me.... even if it was only for a few hours.

The next big step is this Friday. We are going to Boner and Michelle's wedding, and my friend Jen will be watching Kemper for us. This will be the first time that someone besides myself or Kevin will have to feed him dinner, bath him and put him to bed. I'm sure Jen will be fine... I sure hope so anyway.