Looking back at my Facebook statuses from the last two months, I realized many of the little nuggets of joy that life brings me never find their way to the blog. I may throw a thought into the social networking stratosphere and never return to share it here.
My post count has regressed since teaching made me busier and Baby Boy 3.0 entered the picture but there have been plenty of entertaining moments, just not enough time to share them here.
I've been investigating ways to post a status feed here for those not connected with me there. Until then here are some Logan related thoughts from the past eight weeks and some accompanying afterthoughts.
Travis Deur is going to fall asleep if he stops moving...a common side effect of "New Baby in the House Syndrome."
How quickly you remember the most impacted element of your life when there's a baby in the house!
Travis Deur is surprised his name is not splashed all over CNN this morning. Can I assume the verbal spat between me and the President at the grocery store was just a dream?
A week into sleep deprivation and I dreamt the President was less than appreciative of my assistance at the local store. He got snippy and I got loud.
Travis Deur is pretty sure he could land a role on a NASCAR pit crew if he sent in a videotape of his diaper changing efficiency. Not sure I can handle the lug nut gun thingy but I'm lightning quick rotating Pampers with my bare hands.
Just like riding a bike you get right back into your rhythm.
Travis Deur hates it when you finally get relaxed and calm and suddenly you soil your pants and you're instantly uncomfortable and highly irritable. You all know I'm talking about the baby, right?
I feel the need to reiterate that I was talking about Logan.
Travis Deur burps every time he's burping the baby...but does have the courtesy to say "excuse me".
I've discovered that I cannot induce a burp out of the little guy without one of my own surfacing.
Travis Deur loves the smell of a baby's head...unless that baby just baptized himself on the changing table.
Aidan got me many times...Kellen never did...Logan's doused me and himself.
Travis Deur enjoyed a weekend with his sister and brother-in-law. The newlyweds have likely had enough cartoons and Chutes and Ladders to last them several months.
We've enjoyed having many visitors since Logan arrived. We just hope they haven't been bored to death by our inability to fully entertain then while they were here.
Travis Deur fell asleep on the couch and woke up to Oprah's bra intervention. Should I stick with it and watch the shoe and handbag intervention?
Some of the most interesting things on television can be found during the overnight hours with a restless baby in your arms.
Travis Deur knows it is time to empty the diaper pail when I spin the handle, one disappears and three come back in its place.
Kellen's potty training is right around the corner which should slow this phenomenon a bit.
Travis Deur apologized to Logan for potentially leading him into a lifetime of sports misery as a cub fan. He immediately spit up all over my Cubs t-shirt.
With no ties to Chicago perhaps Logan will revolt against the family and root for the Twins.
Travis Deur sometimes feels like he's being played by the two month old. Today for the second time in a week he soiled four diapers in the span of two minutes. After wearing one for about four seconds he audibly ruined it, smiled and pumped his fist in the air as if to say, "Dance for me old man!".
What can I say...the kid owns me right now!
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