Friday, September 25, 2009

That's Only in the Morning

Sometimes when Killian wakes up in the morning, he is SUPER awake. Sometimes I lay him on my chest after he eats early in the morning, thinking he'll go back to sleep, but he'll just start head-butting me and wiggling around and staring at me with those big eyes, full of energy. Every time he does this I can't help but think he's saying "C'mon Mom. You should be up cooking breakfast or something! WOOOO WOOOOOOO!" just like this video that was popular a few years back.

He's just like an alarm clock. Wooo Wooo!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Already Reaching for the Keys...

As a follow-up to this post, Killian showed his dad how he can reach for a toy in this 15 second video.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Wordless Wednesday: The Great Aunts and Uncles

Photos are courtesy of Aunt Pat, who included many of these photos in some of the many photo albums she has given me over the years.

Thank you, Aunt Pat, we all cherish these photos and memories! And thank you, Mike Walker, for doing the tedious work of scanning all of the old photo albums over the past few weeks.

I Learned It From You, Dad!

Killian has already learned how to make funny faces. You can see where he picks it up from.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Mike Finally Gets to Tell His Hindenburg Joke!

This is an ever-so-typical conversation in the Walker household. Especially before bed-time when sleep deprivation is starting to kick in.

Scene: We were headed to bed and Mike commented on how the AC needed to be adjusted, so I went downstairs to fix it. When I returned he asked "how it went."

Me: You mean my 30-second trip downstairs and back?

Mike: Yeah.

Me: Umm (thinking I should say something funny, or at least random)... I ran into a...manatee.

Mike: How was that?

Me: Well. We didn't exchange pleasantries.

Mike: Well, that's good he wasn't engulfed in flames and crashing towards the earth.

Me: *utter confusion*

Mike: Because then you would have said "OH THE HUGE MANATEE!"

Me: *laughing*

Mike: I'm so glad I finally got to tell my Hindenburg joke! I've been waiting a long time for that setup.

Me: Oh, that's where the phrase, "Oh, the humanity!" came from? I didn't realize that was a Hindenburg joke! I thought that was just a manatee joke.

Mike: More conversations need to end in "I didn't realize that was a Hindenburg joke."

Me: I am so blogging about this tomorrow.

- End Scene -

It looks like I am starting a new tradition on Fridays of making completely ridiculous posts.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Killian's latest interest are his hands. He is constantly clasping them together or putting them in his mouth. It looks like he's been doing a lot of praying recently.
Today he accomplished the milestone of reaching for a toy and actually taking hold of it. I know this doesn't sound like much, but this is a milestone because it involves both conscious effort and eye-hand coordination. Most of his actions up to this point have probably been mostly reflexes, so signs of emerging consciousness and determination are exciting.

Unfortunately, I did not witness this event, but his main teacher at day care told me he did this today and was excited for him. I hope he'll do it again soon for his mom and dad!

His teacher also told me today he did a whomping fifteen minutes of tummy time, which is a long time for Killian, as he has opinions about tummy time. But no signs of rolling over just yet!

Monday, September 14, 2009

(Almost) Wordless (and Not Quite) Wednesday: When I was a Little Mexican Man

Apparently when I was first born, I was a tiny, little Mexican man. At some point, I morphed into a cute, little (girl) toddler.


Sunday, September 13, 2009

3 Months Old

Killian is 3 months old. The big .25! We have traveled a quarter of the way around the sun since Killian was born. It’s really hard to believe that 3 months ago, this active little man was just chillin’ inside of me. Crazy.

Before Killian was born Mike and I had read about “the fourth trimester," referring to the first three months of a baby's life. I liked this phrase because I thought it would mentally prepare us for what life with a newborn is like and would lower our expectations a little. We shouldn’t really expect the generic Gerber baby image of a cute, chubby-cheeked smiley baby. Not yet. The “fourth trimester” implies the infant is still more like a “fetus” (not a fan of that word) than a “baby;” more comfortable with a womb-like environment and not yet ready to embrace his worldly surroundings.

When I reflect on this phrase now, I would like to say... “4th trimester, my ass!” I definitely would not describe him as fetus-like and I think he probably has more personality than some adults I've encountered.

Of course, every baby is different and luckily Killian seemed to adjust to the outside world pretty easily. And the phrase is definitely more appropriate the first few weeks after birth before the smiling begins and the personality really begins to show. And I think "the fourth trimester" is a great phrase to set expectations about your body initially after pregnancy, but nobody wants to hear about that.

Killian was very alert from birth. He locked eyes with me the first time I held him for a good 15-20 minutes before they had to take him away. Those first few moments with him were truly awe inspiring. Shock and awe.

When I got him back later that evening, we exchanged more pleasantries. (He was about 3 hours old here!)

At 3 weeks old, I took this picture of Killian on the way up to Virginia for Grandpa’s 80th birthday party. He was so curious about what was outside the window.

Around the time of his first month birthday, we finally saw that smile! That real “social smile” as they call it, not a “gas smile.” You can definitely tell the difference; you can see the twinkle in his eye! I’ll never forget his outburst of smiles one morning on his changing pad in our bathroom (one of his favorite places!) and I quickly grabbed my phone to grab a few pictures.

Now I look forward to his occasional laugh and happy shriek. His laughter has got to be the best sound ever. Currently his sense of humor is not too developed. He mainly laughs at fart sounds and casual innuendo.

I can’t wait to see what the next 3 months brings!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Who Wants a Body Massage?

Click here to watch a video of Killian getting a body massage.

Notice when Dad starts rubbing his hands together, Killian gets excited. Killian knows that rubbing your hands together means body massage!

Now that I can upload video directly from my phone to youtube, expect many more of these videos. Hooray technology!

Daddy is a body massage machine. What baby doesn't appreciate surreal humor? :)

It's been a long day... Happy Friday!

Monday, September 7, 2009

The Simple Life

A war has started in the Walker household. Mike has declared jihad on clutter in our house. And clutter is on its way out.

The seed was planted last year when we visited our friends Tim and Faye in San Francisco. They had recently gotten the bug for streamlining their dwelling and getting rid of stuff that had accumulated over a lifetime. Tim introduced us to Apartment Therapy, a book about making your home represent you. A big focus of the book is on removing clutter from your home and your life. Tim and Faye had scaled down significantly and it was evident in how tranquil their rooms were.

Mike and I started to make some changes when we came back from California, but we really didn't take the plunge until recently. One of the ideas I picked up from Apartment Therapy was that if it is hard for you to get rid of something outright, put it in a box. After a certain period of time, if you're still not using it and can't think of a place for the items in the box, it's time for that box to go to charity. Somehow putting in the box and waiting a stretch of time makes it easier. This strategy works well for me because I don't have a lot of patience. If I don't have a place for something, I throw it in the box. After awhile, the box gets full and I have no patience to go through it again, so it just gets taken to charity.

After Killian was born was when we really got bit by the bug to declutter and simplify. Time and resources all of a sudden become precious commodities after a baby arrives, and I didn't want to waste any mental energy or resources on insignificant stuff. (This applies not only to physical items, but also to activities (what you spend your time reading on the Internet, etc.) Having extra stuff around can affect your mental energy and detract from enjoying the quality in your life and what you find meaningful.

Mike began reading Thoreau's "Walden" because he thought it would be apropos to the idea of simplifying one's life given that the premise of the story is a man moving into the woods, building a house with his own hands, and living there for two years. He was impressed with how many parallels to today's modern life there was. He could draw parallels to rush hour traffic, McMansions, mindless consumerism, and general lack of quality in modern life.

This caused us to discuss that even though in the past we both scoffed at people who were taking out second mortgages (because they could) to buy luxury cars and go further into debt, in the past (first couple years of marriage) we were guilty of recreational shopping; i.e., shopping because we could and it was fun, rather than for what we needed.

So this has resulted in us packaging and donating boxes of stuff, mainly clothes (Mike's the just-in-case-I get-fat-again clothes) and kitchen items. We apparently thought we needed glassware for every type of drink conceivable (pints, martini glasses, milkshake glasses, a half dozen high ball glasses (why?), and so on).

We are now on a mission to surround ourselves with quality and have our environment reflect dedication and purpose.

It's a Celebration!

Since my birthday fell in the middle of the week last week, naturally we had to celebrate twice - the weekend before and the weekend after. And actually we celebrated that night too. :P

Last weekend Killian took his first trip to one of our favorite restaurants in the area, the North Harbor Club in Davidson which sits on the lake. It was the first time Killian actually stayed awake throughout dinner.

Then this weekend my lovely friends took Mike & I to dinner. Carissa asked where I wanted to go and I realized this was my opportunity to make people try Ethiopian food. They can't say no to the birthday girl! I think some people enjoyed the food more than others (sorry, Carissa!), but at least it was a cultural experience? The Dairy Queen afterwards was definitely good! But thank you guys for an awesome evening!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Tummy Time

John, Luke, and their sweet friend all try to demonstrate to Killian that they're down with tummy time. We all have to pretend that doing tummy time is a cool thing to do, because Killian doesn't really like it. When I put him on his tummy for exercise, he alternates between making disgruntled faces and sounds or saying "Sweet, I can finally sleep on my tummy now!" and then promptly passing out. (For those who aren't so familiar with babies, you are not supposed to put babies asleep on their tummies anymore, but many prefer this sleeping position.)

Here is a picture of Killian about a month ago passed out during his massage. As soon as I flipped him over to rub his back, he fell fast asleep.

And one more picture just because it's cute!