guess who is ready for a chair?

Dear Augosto,

After turning in my MFA portfolio, I seem to have a bit more time on my hands. Not a lot more. But enough to be able to shoot up to MKE and hangout with you and your mom.

I arrived yesterday and have been going full blast. We've read some books together. Made some turkey burgers. We've even sung a few songs.

Actually, I sing and you listen. Your favorite is "Skinny ma rink a dink a dink."

Every time you sit and just listen to me or your mom sing, I can't help but think about one of the comments on my kindergarten report card. It said, "Alvaro does not sing with the rest of the kids. All he wants to do is listen to them." Who knows? This might be something you would prefer to do.

Enough about singing. Here is the highlight of my quick visit...

We have been waiting for you to sit up on your own. You are almost there. Almost.

Also, I have noticed that you are getting quite strong. Every time I change your diaper, you grab my arms and hold on to them tightly. I can only imagine that this is what it feels like to be grabbed by a future WWE Wrestler. (Note: if you do decide to become a professional wrestler, dad wants front row tickets to every match!)

Well, that's all I got.

Love you lots and lots.

Dad.

PS. Two teeth are showing through your gums! :)

you thought your ears were big...

Dear Augosto,

I didn't have much time to get lots of pictures while I was in town. Actually, I didn't get any. I was too busy hanging out with you and your mom.

But.

Your mother got one which I think beats out most of the pictures we have taken.



I think those ears work better than the bunny ear ones.

All in all, I had a blast this weekend. I got to take you on a journey to the land of Truffula trees and Bar-ba-Loots. So much fun.

Can't wait to do it again soon.

Have a great weekend.

Love.

Dad.

oh those useless things...

Dear Augosto,

As I have delved into fatherhood head first, my eyes have been open to various things that I never really paid attention to in the past. Things such as baby food, baby toys, baby gadgets, baby clothes, baby cleaning stuff, etc...

While on this great journey, I have seen many things that really don't make much sense. Some just seem useless while others are just strange.

So instead of ignoring them and going about my life, I have decided to mention a few.

Useless Baby Stuff #1: Pockets on Baby Pants.

Why? That's my question. Why do baby pants need pockets? It's not like you have money to put in there. And by money, I actually mean coins--two at the most--because that is probably all that would fit in there.

Now, don't get me wrong. If you were to perform some sort of miracle and actually ask me for money right now, I would happily give it to you. But you see, here's the problem. I am quite sure it would end up nowhere near your pockets. It would go straight to your mouth.

Useless Baby Stuff #2: (Insert Name Brand) Baby Shoes

Now, I'm cool with you having shoes. But shoes with a swoosh, no way. Some of those shoes cost more than the shoes I am wearing. And if I'm lucky, my shoes last me two years. You on the other hand, they would only last 2 months. Maybe.

Useless Baby Stuff #3: Baby Wipe Warmer.

Now, I have no issues with you having a warm baby wipe, especially during the winter. But I figure that's why I have hands and very hot breath. That does the trick every time.

And the baby wipe warmers are kind of too weird looking anyway. They look like big fat inkjet printers that dispense hot napkins.

Useless Baby Stuff #4: Baby Knee Pads.

Again I just ask, "Why?"

and last but not least...

Useless Baby Stuff #5: An alarm clock.

OK. To tell you the truth, this is just something that I realized that is quite unnecessary since you have become a part of my life. My concerns about over-sleeping are over. Actually, you are now my alarm clock. And you don't have a snooze button! Which is fine with me. Last thing I want to do is snooze while you continue to outgrow everything we bought for you.

That's all I got for now.

I'm back in Milwaukee a day early and I already had a fun time hanging with you at the open house for your daycare.

Sleep tight son.

Love.

Dad.

First word? Maybe.

Dear Augosto.

Here is my first video entry in this journal. It was sent to me from your momma.

She claims this is proof of you saying your first word.

I think the video speaks for itself.



It was great time having you hang out with me in Evanston this past weekend.

Although your momma and I were not feeling 1000% this weekend, we made the most of it.

Love you.

Dad.

my bunny & me...

Dear Augosto.

Happy Easter.



Love.

Dad.

This week in Pictures--4.3.10

Dear Augosto.

Here we are again. It's the end of the week and I have some pictures I want to share.

--This one is right before I was about to feed you sweet peas and rice cereal. Notice how big you are smiling in this picture? Although I can't say it remained on your face the whole time I was feeding you, I feel it is worth mentioning that you ate all your sweet peas! :)



--These are the clothes you don't fit into anymore. It seems like every weekend we are doing this. Pretty soon you'll be borrowing my clothes!



--It was so nice outside today(58 degrees) that we took you out to get some sun. We walked all the way to the lake and tired ourselves out. So much fun.



--This is at one of the parks near the lake. And just so you know, you are wearing a Northwestern jacket. Go WILDCATS!!!



Wish I had more but that's all I got for now.

Hope you had fun.

Love.

Dad.

PS. Tomorrow is Easter.