...meet the grandparents

Grandma Hyde was the first to get her hands on him. Her and Grandpa Hyde were at the hospital when he was born.

 

Susan and Wayne came to visit at our house when he was almost brand new. They both think he is pretty cute.

 Vickie and Richard gave it a week or two before they came to see our new bundle. He curled up so nice and sweet on Grandma's chest and she loved that newborn snuggle.

It was funny to hear Pappy Free talk baby-talk and he loved to try to get a reaction from the little guy. I love this three generation picture - It's scary how much they all look alike.

One thing is for sure - You are loved and adored Mr.Denym!

...Stroll in the Park

I am so glad I had a Spring baby. Why? Because after those first few weeks, this Mommy really needed to get outside!

On a Sunday afternoon at the end of May
 we went to Porter Park to play
Not just two - now a family of three
strolled the path leisurely

The weather was clear and oh so nice
But a few times around would have to suffice
Mom still waddled, not used to her bootie
So Dad took over stroller duty

Then off to find a quiet bench
the tiny humans thirst to quench
He was soon happy as a clam
but puked on Dad, the little ham

All enjoyed the fresh air and breeze
Jake used the leaves to annoy and tease
Ness wants some ice if you please
Denym liked the sun through the trees

Who could really ask for more
 Bliss was as simple as being outdoors
I found my pep and renewal therein
what an awesome jaunt this had been

...receive a name and a blessing

Wearing a perfect little suit, made from Mom's wedding dress, Denym was blessed by Daddy on July 1st.  At nearly 2 months old, it was nice for him to finally be "official."

If only words could convey how I feel when I see this grin! Or how it feels to see him experience his first ordinance. I tried to write a little poem for the occasion

Dressed in white this special day,
to receive a blessing and a name
Held by those set apart

The sacred sight warms our hearts

First, your Heavenly Father's son

Now entrusted to us, little one

We hope to be both firm and wise

To see things through your blameless eyes

Welcome to this bittersweet world

the mysteries of life soon unfurled  

Innocence, may you never outgrow

Let it be joy and truths you'll know. 

                                                

...Poop!

Well, of course he poops. I just never knew the extent of which he would do so. So here is a fun story about poop--

Another beautiful day in the neighborhood (a beautiful day for a neighbor...) and I get a phonecall from Jake. He is on his way home from work and just called to ask if I needed anything at the store. "Nope," I say "all is well at the home front."

Well a few seconds after I hang up the phone I hear Denym let a pretty substantial toot. It sounds productive, so I go to change him and it's really not too bad. But then the curse of boys... here comes the fountain! I tried to contain it, but he sprayed himself in the face and is now laying in a little puddle. Sigh. This was nothing new, so I had developed a good system to take care of this particular problem.

As I lift his legs to wipe his back, he really decided to let 'er rip! I was holding the bum at about a 45 degree angle and out comes an onslaught of poo! It splattered the side of the bassinet, but didn't stop there. It got on Mommy, on the blanket behind Mommy, and on the rug behind that! That boy has some range. Not only that - I was taking an iron supplement at the time which made his goo green.

I hear the back door open, and I yell "HELP!" Daddy came in to find me in this pickle, and says "what did you do!?" We commenced cleaning, and laughed our bums off; Because what else can you do at that point?

Oh yeah... this is his poop face:

Furrowed brows, serious eyes, flared nostrils, and stiff upper lip.