Augustus Sarawin Coffee.
Born Feb 25 @ 7:00am on the button.
7lbs 15 oz
19.5"
Mom and boy are doing fine. All are just exhausted.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Welcome Augustus
Augustus Sarawin Coffee.
Born Feb 25 @ 7:00am on the button.
7lbs 15 oz
19.5"
Mom and boy are doing fine. All are just exhausted.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Test, test
Monday, August 9, 2010
And so the experiment continues...life after two
Yes, she is two. Walking, check. Talking, check. Using potty, check. Climbing, check. Jumping, check. Melting down, double check. Done with milk, check...check, check, check, check and check for God's sake.
She's like a whole new little person with wants and needs, ups and downs, cries and laughs...it's amazing to watch and be apart of. Not to mention tiring. But it is all worth it.
For her second birthday she got many gifts from family and friends, not to mention a new kitten, which she chases and terrorizes on a daily basis.
All of this life after two stuff is fun and will be fun, when life after number two is here in less than 7 more months.
Love,
The Doctor
She's like a whole new little person with wants and needs, ups and downs, cries and laughs...it's amazing to watch and be apart of. Not to mention tiring. But it is all worth it.
For her second birthday she got many gifts from family and friends, not to mention a new kitten, which she chases and terrorizes on a daily basis.
All of this life after two stuff is fun and will be fun, when life after number two is here in less than 7 more months.
Love,
The Doctor
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Dame, She Crawls
Consider the long layoff much the same as the lost years of Jesus Christ. It is for good reason so long a time had passed before his great emergence. Such is the case for one Marley J, aka The Exec, aka Dame Marley.
After her 4 month check up, the once docile MJ turned vicious adversary of our estranged friend Sleep. As many in the biz of parenting say (but not all) "Those dang immunizations shots change things." And while we waited for the 4 month mark to be some holy moment when restful nights of 8 to 10 hours would come, our dreams were dashed by way of preventative injections!
But I digress. All is well in the little house that Coffee's built. Marley J eats like a champion, 3 times a day. She takes down anything from banana's to eggs and grabs for the spiciest of foods that Samran and I try and wolf down at break neck speeds in order to attend to Dame Marley's every need.
Samran does well and has only need talking off the ledge 2 dozen or so times. I merely sit in my small 6x6 office and stare at the walls thinking about how just 3 years ago, I was back in school, most worried about writing an article for class. Oh how sweet and easy responsibilitilessness (don't know if that's a word, but it looks great).
All seriousness aside, things are good. Today was another of those epic days in a child's/parents' life. Marley J has been toying with the idea of crawling, and today, while she raised her chest high off the ground and pulled her right leg underneath her, she decided "Big people, this Coffee needs to get a move on," and she lurked forward. Like Michael Phelps reaching for the walk in the 100 butterfly, she did it, and at the last second reached out with her left hand and made it happen. "Houston, we have lift off."
It was amazing, and you could tell on her face that she knew how important that was as she smiled and laughed at Samran and I who were starring mouths agape. She's not going full bore yet, and she hasn't even done it much since, but she's there. My only words to my wife were, "She'll never need us again like she did just 10 minutes ago."
Other great things are her newest best friend, the inside of the dryer door. She lights up when that dang door swings open. She's also quit in love with the front window and the arm of the rocking chair. As all parents know, there is no rhyme or reason to it.
Finally, we are all going to Thailand at the end of February. Ta-Dam (Black Eyes) as she's known to her relatives in Thailand will make her debut there. We can't wait for her to meet her cousins there. I'm sure she's going to give me a look like "And we live in the Midwest of the U.S. why?"
Getting ready to sit on my own
Then I started to sit on my own
And now my friends, I am mobile, so back off!
Papa J
After her 4 month check up, the once docile MJ turned vicious adversary of our estranged friend Sleep. As many in the biz of parenting say (but not all) "Those dang immunizations shots change things." And while we waited for the 4 month mark to be some holy moment when restful nights of 8 to 10 hours would come, our dreams were dashed by way of preventative injections!
But I digress. All is well in the little house that Coffee's built. Marley J eats like a champion, 3 times a day. She takes down anything from banana's to eggs and grabs for the spiciest of foods that Samran and I try and wolf down at break neck speeds in order to attend to Dame Marley's every need.
Samran does well and has only need talking off the ledge 2 dozen or so times. I merely sit in my small 6x6 office and stare at the walls thinking about how just 3 years ago, I was back in school, most worried about writing an article for class. Oh how sweet and easy responsibilitilessness (don't know if that's a word, but it looks great).
All seriousness aside, things are good. Today was another of those epic days in a child's/parents' life. Marley J has been toying with the idea of crawling, and today, while she raised her chest high off the ground and pulled her right leg underneath her, she decided "Big people, this Coffee needs to get a move on," and she lurked forward. Like Michael Phelps reaching for the walk in the 100 butterfly, she did it, and at the last second reached out with her left hand and made it happen. "Houston, we have lift off."
It was amazing, and you could tell on her face that she knew how important that was as she smiled and laughed at Samran and I who were starring mouths agape. She's not going full bore yet, and she hasn't even done it much since, but she's there. My only words to my wife were, "She'll never need us again like she did just 10 minutes ago."
Other great things are her newest best friend, the inside of the dryer door. She lights up when that dang door swings open. She's also quit in love with the front window and the arm of the rocking chair. As all parents know, there is no rhyme or reason to it.
Finally, we are all going to Thailand at the end of February. Ta-Dam (Black Eyes) as she's known to her relatives in Thailand will make her debut there. We can't wait for her to meet her cousins there. I'm sure she's going to give me a look like "And we live in the Midwest of the U.S. why?"
Getting ready to sit on my own
Then I started to sit on my own
And now my friends, I am mobile, so back off!
Papa J
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The Arch
That's my daughter. The TV is muted, she has no idea that it is on and that I'm watching football. She's sitting in her baby chair, or she's propped up by a boppy facing away from the all consuming boob-tube. I step away for 20 seconds to get the phone, and upon my return, there she is.
Nearly 4 fingers in her mouth, a death defying arch in her back with her eyes locked on the Colts vs. the Browns. Unbelievable? Hardly, she has my blood in her, and as I've stated before, I've been known to watch 4 shows at once. Welcome to the family curse Marley J. Welcome. It is quite funny, and does elicit some hearty laughs, as does some of her other antics, which have become plentiful in the last month.
Some of the funny changes include, laughing at photos of Samran that are around the house. She sees her mom's big smile in a picture, and after a second or two she begins laughing away. Another is her excitability before and after bathing each night. As soon as her diapers come off, it's high energy laughing and shouting. She loves it. Then after oiling her down, she goes into hysterics, laughing, baby talking, etc. Really quite fun. Then there is her desire to be standing as much as possible, with dad's support of course, followed by the discovery of the two things at the end of her legs, which will eventually get a good gumming, when she can pull them up that far.
It's all quite a roller-coaster ride, and as parents who have been there already know, completely and utterly amazing. As of yesterday she began eating rice cereal, with the pediatricians go ahead. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to handle seeing the rest. I'm already blown away.
The pouters lip I inherited from my dad
First breakfast
Me likey
Backoff!!! I'm tryin to crawl here!
Nearly 4 fingers in her mouth, a death defying arch in her back with her eyes locked on the Colts vs. the Browns. Unbelievable? Hardly, she has my blood in her, and as I've stated before, I've been known to watch 4 shows at once. Welcome to the family curse Marley J. Welcome. It is quite funny, and does elicit some hearty laughs, as does some of her other antics, which have become plentiful in the last month.
Some of the funny changes include, laughing at photos of Samran that are around the house. She sees her mom's big smile in a picture, and after a second or two she begins laughing away. Another is her excitability before and after bathing each night. As soon as her diapers come off, it's high energy laughing and shouting. She loves it. Then after oiling her down, she goes into hysterics, laughing, baby talking, etc. Really quite fun. Then there is her desire to be standing as much as possible, with dad's support of course, followed by the discovery of the two things at the end of her legs, which will eventually get a good gumming, when she can pull them up that far.
It's all quite a roller-coaster ride, and as parents who have been there already know, completely and utterly amazing. As of yesterday she began eating rice cereal, with the pediatricians go ahead. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to handle seeing the rest. I'm already blown away.
The pouters lip I inherited from my dad
First breakfast
Me likey
Backoff!!! I'm tryin to crawl here!
Friday, October 31, 2008
The Quarter Year Old
I never thought I'd be saying things like this...but I am. Little Marley J is now 3 months old.
Now the reason I never thought I'd say stuff like that is because, frankly, I always hated hearing people say, "My son is 12 months old," or "My daughter is 18 months old." True as it may be, should I go around telling people that I'm 425 months old or should I just say 35 + change. While it makes me cringe when people say stuff like that "we're pregnant" being included, I now get what saying something like that means - milestones.
It's a pretty important time to hit some of those milestones, but I'll still push back, when I can, against those mainstream ideas, if for nothing more that to be a nuisance.
Anyhow, little Marley J is doing great. She talks at length about blah blah bluuuu or someone named aghoooo. I tell her back in kind words that I know aghooooo and blah blah bluuuuu is also a favorite past time of mine. Her smiles let me know we are on the same wave lenght. She even appears to speak Thai as my wife carries on and on in Thai and, once again, Marley just smiles and replies with mention of aghooo or yeeyoo, which must be a Thai word I don't yet know. It's funny, I never thought I'd be a part of a two language home, let alone three. English, Thai and the most important Baby, which is a surprisingly easy language to learn.
Besides that, Marley J is now pushing hard with her legs and is showing promise as some sort of a squat lifting champion. Without any use of her arms she thrusts with her legs and moves herself quite well.
Also, she has discovered 10 new friends that keep perplexed from time to time. They are right in front of her face these 10 little guys that grasp and move and scratch her face when she's tired. The day is coming when the executive will learn what they do. And on that day my friend Trouble will start showing his face, more and more.
Marley J and Pops home from work
Marley J gets prepared for Chicago Wiiiiiiiinnnnnter
MJ and Mom enjoy a Fall day walk
Now the reason I never thought I'd say stuff like that is because, frankly, I always hated hearing people say, "My son is 12 months old," or "My daughter is 18 months old." True as it may be, should I go around telling people that I'm 425 months old or should I just say 35 + change. While it makes me cringe when people say stuff like that "we're pregnant" being included, I now get what saying something like that means - milestones.
It's a pretty important time to hit some of those milestones, but I'll still push back, when I can, against those mainstream ideas, if for nothing more that to be a nuisance.
Anyhow, little Marley J is doing great. She talks at length about blah blah bluuuu or someone named aghoooo. I tell her back in kind words that I know aghooooo and blah blah bluuuuu is also a favorite past time of mine. Her smiles let me know we are on the same wave lenght. She even appears to speak Thai as my wife carries on and on in Thai and, once again, Marley just smiles and replies with mention of aghooo or yeeyoo, which must be a Thai word I don't yet know. It's funny, I never thought I'd be a part of a two language home, let alone three. English, Thai and the most important Baby, which is a surprisingly easy language to learn.
Besides that, Marley J is now pushing hard with her legs and is showing promise as some sort of a squat lifting champion. Without any use of her arms she thrusts with her legs and moves herself quite well.
Also, she has discovered 10 new friends that keep perplexed from time to time. They are right in front of her face these 10 little guys that grasp and move and scratch her face when she's tired. The day is coming when the executive will learn what they do. And on that day my friend Trouble will start showing his face, more and more.
Marley J and Pops home from work
Marley J gets prepared for Chicago Wiiiiiiiinnnnnter
MJ and Mom enjoy a Fall day walk
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Executive
There are no excuses the executive will take. No, "I'm exhausted. Can this wait" or "It's been an hour. Can I stop rocking now?" The look says it all. And usually the look doesn't even come your way. It's a look off into the distance while she sizes up the situation. Rock rock rock....an hour later stop. Whamo, eyes open and stare straight into the darkness, eyebrows in full arch.
Something like this:
"Ah..excuse me Mame. I'm not sure why I put you down. Please allow me to rectify the situation," and it's back to rocking, or picking her up, or walking her trough the house, or...you name it. Whatever she likes.
This volley goes on-and-on until finally, at the crack of exhaustion and what appears will be utter defeat, we all fall asleep wherever we may be. Alas, sleep comes to her royal highness and we all soak in every precious, unconscious moment.
Nothing the Exec does is in the wrong. Be it never sleeping, or throwing up on you, the couch, the floors, or even when the exec has the flatulence of a grown Chicago Bears fan after a 15 beer tailgate, it's always, "Good job!" afterward. She can do no wrong.
But I jest. I can sit and rocking her for hours on end. I find myself in awe as the little one lays still in my arms knowing that someday, she'll get up and walk away never to be craddled again. So for now, Ms. Executive, your wish is my command.
The Executive is also getting quite talkative. Many "Ahgoo" are commanded, and repeated back to her in kind. And like any good executive, she loves hearing her statements repeated and shows her pleasure with unexecutive-like smiles as you can see here:
The executive would also like to wish a Happy Haloween. She showed up as Dracula one morning, a few weeks too early I might add, but like any good worker, I didn't mention it. She demanded I photograph her and post the photo for your enjoyment.
Okay, no fangs or anything, but the hair is close.
Regards from the assistant (me) to the President (Samran) of the Executive known as MJ Coffee.
Something like this:
"Ah..excuse me Mame. I'm not sure why I put you down. Please allow me to rectify the situation," and it's back to rocking, or picking her up, or walking her trough the house, or...you name it. Whatever she likes.
This volley goes on-and-on until finally, at the crack of exhaustion and what appears will be utter defeat, we all fall asleep wherever we may be. Alas, sleep comes to her royal highness and we all soak in every precious, unconscious moment.
Nothing the Exec does is in the wrong. Be it never sleeping, or throwing up on you, the couch, the floors, or even when the exec has the flatulence of a grown Chicago Bears fan after a 15 beer tailgate, it's always, "Good job!" afterward. She can do no wrong.
But I jest. I can sit and rocking her for hours on end. I find myself in awe as the little one lays still in my arms knowing that someday, she'll get up and walk away never to be craddled again. So for now, Ms. Executive, your wish is my command.
The Executive is also getting quite talkative. Many "Ahgoo" are commanded, and repeated back to her in kind. And like any good executive, she loves hearing her statements repeated and shows her pleasure with unexecutive-like smiles as you can see here:
The executive would also like to wish a Happy Haloween. She showed up as Dracula one morning, a few weeks too early I might add, but like any good worker, I didn't mention it. She demanded I photograph her and post the photo for your enjoyment.
Okay, no fangs or anything, but the hair is close.
Regards from the assistant (me) to the President (Samran) of the Executive known as MJ Coffee.
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