Knockin Out Some Zzz's

Jim and Coop on their day at home. Notice a theme with Cooper and getting people to take naps on the couch??

The King & His Scepter

Our little prince is practicing for when he takes over his kingdom. Does this answer the nature vs. nurture debate??

Anybody hungry for some peas?

Cooper nuzzling his Great Aunt Sheryl

Cooper and his Great Aunt Beverly

Mr. Mosby, Ah, How We Shall Miss Thee!

Cat for Free! Cat for Free! Mosby needs a home. Can you help? Do you know a cat lover than would love him? Someone that will let him sit on his/her lap and sleep in the bed? If you do, please let me or Abbie know. We don't want to have to give Mosby back to Fancy Cats, and we'd feel much better if he's with someone that we or friends of our's know.

Anybody Got A Halls, with Mentholyptus? :-)

It's Friday. I'm at home with Cooper. His coughing has gotten so bad that he's throwing up from it. It's gotten so bad that he can't breathe because of it. Imagine that little persistent tickle in the back of your throat...and I have a feeling that's what he's going through. His mucus is clear, which, according to what Abbie's read, means he's contagious. So he gets to stay home from daycare. I've got the same cough as he does, so you can guess we're a pair. And Abbie just started coughing the same type this morning. Darned viruses. They have a tendency to really make your day cruddy. So when you're saying well-wishes for folks today, please remember to include Cooper.

First Fever

Being new parents seems like nothing but new experiences and firsts. Monday I picked Cooper up from daycare and while strapping him in the car seat I heard this ominous stomach gurgle and smelled it before I felt the warmth all over my shirt and put my hand in a large puddle of baby puke. I knew something was wrong when he just laid there listlessly. He fell asleep and didn't wake up as I carried him to his bed. When he woke up I checked his temperature- 102!

I know that having a fever means your body is making sure that the bacteria/virus it's fighting has an inhospitable environment- BUT when he was just laying so helpless in my arms and burning up I had this horrible fear that he would suffer brain damage if I didn't fix it immediately! GiGi and Grandpa Chris happened to stop by and kept me company (really they kept me calm) until Jim got home. Cooper just slept through my anxiety attack and 24 hours later the fever broke and now he just has a cough. Definitely not anxious to have a second of this fun part of parenthood!

The Little Things

Who needs toys when you can just strap on a pair of duck slippers for pure fun!

Nummy Nummy

It's official Cooper is eating solids- well sort of. Given his allergies we'll be taking it slow and introducing everything slowly. So far he's interested in eating- but only for a few bites.

Lone Ranger

Giddy-up Coop!

First Date Night

GiGi and Grandpa Chris- our first official "baby-sitters"!

Many Thanks

Abbie and I have to extend a big heartfelt thank you to GiGi and Chris. They gave us a much needed break on Tuesday evening so we could go to the movies. It was really the first time we'd left Cooper with anyone other than each other or Cheryl. Reports were that Cooper was an angel. And the hidden surveillance tape showed us that GiGi and Chris were too. ;-) Thanks again, you two.

If you're curious, we went and saw "Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith". So now all my fellow Star Wars nerds, you may engage me in conversations about it.

I Must Crush This Rebellion

Can a 5-month old rebel against his parents? (I see all you parents out there vigorously nodding your heads. It's a rhetorical question!)

Cooper's been kinda not wanting me to feed him in the mornings lately. Monday, he fussed hard while I was feeding him. Totally distracted, or so I thought.

Tuesday, he ate fine while sitting in his rocking chair...no problem with him all day.

Wednesday, he wouldn't take the bottle to save his life, mine or his mother's. It was that bad. Little sucker ate about two ounces, and clammed up his lips. I couldn't even get a binky in there to keep him feeling like he was eating. He ended up going to Cheryl's without having eaten a full meal. I just took the bottle to her to give to him.

Today, he does the same thing. But, A-HA! I got him. He'd get about 1/2 ounce of milk, then would start pushing the bottle away or clamping his mouth shut like, "I don't want nunna that junk." So I took the bottle completely away from him. Funny how a baby's tune changes so quickly when all of a sudden, his meal is gone. He's start to cry, and when I'd produce the bottle again, both hands were reaching up to grab it. I'd get at least 1/2 ounce each time that way. So today, he did manage to get a full meal. But sheesh, he made me make him earn it.

Guess he's getting to the age where he knows that the bottle just ain't Mommy. Ooooh, the rejection starts. :-(

Good-bye Mags!

On Sunday, Cooper said good-bye to one of the family. Our beloved Maggie-Moo left our home. Due to Cooper's allergies to the cats, we've had to find them new homes. Maggie-Moo has moved on a trial basis to Abbie's coworker's house. Courtney and Kevin are obviously cat lovers because they immediately took Maggie-Moo to live with their other two cats, Lady and Andromeda (I hope I got that right). Cooper knows that Maggie-Moo is in a loving home and that she's going to be happy there. Poor Mosby mopes around the house now...meowing...looking for his playmate and beat-up buddy. The house is empty without that little scrappy thing, or as Abbie affectionately called her, Scrappy-Moo.

Mags, you'll be missed.