Random shots from a day in Decatur sometime earlier this month. I am behind on things! Working nights and weekends so that Nic can work during the day this summer means that I am behind on the things that require a bit of leisure time. Relaxation is a thing of my past until we head for San Diego again in July. Three and a half weeks to recuperate from one crazy summer. Kellan starts school the week after our return. And I will cease to be called "Nicola of the Night" at work. Seriously, they're a clever bunch.
This is Kellan at 5:23am. Which is actually rather a late start for him during the summer. Happy and ready to go. I ordered curtains for his room (which haven't arrived yet) and we have been using the fan for "white noise" (which seems to be helping to drown out those blasted crack of dawn cardinals!), so hopefully we'll be getting more sleep soon...
Because we started this blog when Kellan was about 7 months old, and because I was once again reminiscing as I sorted through some old photos, I thought I'd post a few from the "early days". Just for fun.
This scan was from our first "non-emergency" ultrasound. He's sucking his thumb. Funny because in real life he has never been a thumb or finger sucker, though he can out-nurse any three year old I know!
My last day of work. Just over a week before Kel was born. It was supposed to be three weeks, but didn't turn out that way...
So much for that all natural water birth. Induction due to pre-eclampsia. At least I'm still smiling!
Our brand new baby boy. There are some better photos from his very first moments, but I'm afraid that my insistence on immediate nursing and skin to skin contact means that they are a bit x-rated for the blog.
These come quite a bit later on. A random assortment of Kellan and his early admirers. Here he is meeting his Uncle Patrick (Nic's younger brother) and Aunt Janet for the first time.
Kellan and his godfather, Alan.
Kellan being manhandled by an assortment of my friends at the pub. This was just before he completely lost it. Poor Chris didn't know what to do!
Kellan and Paul. His real dad. Come on. Everybody knew.
Ok, just kidding. Here's the real thing.
Kellan meets Auntie Amanda (my younger sister) for the first time. Happy days.
Hanging out with the family up north.
I'm not entirely sure that Kellan's obsession with trains could have been helped. Here we are using our infant son as an excuse to go on the Teddy Bear Picnic railway outing!
Another ride on another train. This time with Auntie.
Some random cute shots. This is Kellan at exactly one month of age.
Kellan's first Easter. Our own little Tony Soprano!
The changing mat was mysteriously the background for quite a few photos...
The family visiting us in Gloucester. Kellan was three months old.
A few more random happy Kellan shots. It was fun seeing these again.
These were taken last week during a visit to our local zoo.
Last weekend we celebrated Nic's 50th in Chicago. Wonderful weekend all around. We went to Lincoln Park Zoo, Navy Pier, the Morton Arboretum, the Shedd Aquarium, and lots more. The highlight of the trip for the boys was attending their first White Sox game. As Kellan calls them, "My Sox". They beat the Yankees in the culmination of a fabulous day of birthday celebrations. (No photos due to the fact that my camera eats batteries and I wasn't willing to cart a dead camera and accessories around Chicago for twelve hours each day in the hopes that I may have captured one or two fun moments prior to BOTH sets of batteries meeting an early demise. I NEED a new camera!)
A beauty, no? The new Toyota Yaris. You won't find gas mileage like this anywhere else. And, for the price, you'd have to drive your Prius for about 30 years before you broke even. Not to mention the true environmental costs of a hybrid vehicle. Its not all in the fuel consumption! Nic will be driving the trusty Hyundai from here on out. This one is ALL mine!
I am a palynologist, a mother, and a wife -- not necessarily in that order. Recently moved from the UK and currently stranded in the Midwest. Good job in a less than perfect location.