It was a terrific time with great people and a beautiful beach ceremony. We haven’t spent that much time away from Kori since she joined us 13 months ago. With a getaway like that, there was some obvious bitter and some obvious sweet. Not holding your kid for 4 days can wear on you a little bit, but it can also recharge that much needed battery. Thanks to grandma and grandpa Blanchard for picking up the slack while we were gone. She’s grown to be a pretty cute handful. Couple that handful with work and weekend travel, you can understand why the blogs become less frequent.
Stacey and I are really enjoying this new stage of development. Modern day science has found a way to forecast the development storms. I guess Missouri Baptist Medical Center has been sending Stacey a weekly "development" newsletters since Kori was born, that describe Kori’s stride to a T. For those of you that have or had a 1 year old, you can probably describe in detail our experiences. Kori has become quite the communicator. Everything is “dab” or “gob” but I think she understands the difference between dog and cat. Right and wrong is a different tale in itself. As parents, we are our taking our first steps as disciplinarians. Whether it’s getting into the dog bowl, dishwasher, cabinets, beating up the dogs, etc. we get the same assertive finger from Kori that we give her only with a little more attitude. I feel like she knows we think it’s funny.
Let’s see what else…
Car seats are hell on earth. Straws are the greatest thing since the creation of fire. The slightest tune will trigger what could only be described as an embarrassing Soul Train audition. Baby Genius DVDs are worth way more than $6 a pop. Stacey continues to wake up in a panic asking me where Kori is at 2 o’clock in the morning, and more recently “Watch out for those batteries on the side of the bed.” Hold the phone, I just witnessed, as I am proofreading, Kori climb into her little rocking chair, pull herself up, step onto the leg of this small unstable piece of baby furniture, and propel herself on to the recliner.
Oh…and it’s freaking hot!
If anybody still reads these, let me know if my sing offs get repetitive.
“Glen Whipple. My college rival. Captain of the cheer squad. Winner of every robot battle. Every second I spent with the guy just made me feel worse about myself.”~Phil Dunphy
Unfortunately some one has been slacking in the picture area so I will post some pictures from this time last year.
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| Daddy's little girl |
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| Typical night as a newborn |
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| Peaceful afternoon nap |
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| 1 day old and already smiling at daddy |
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| 1 year later and this blanket still doesn't leave her side |
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| Dreaming of diamonds |
