Smiles and Coos from Kendry

Yeah me! I finally figured out how to use the video feature on our digital camera - or rather, I had Justin show me last night. We've only had the camera since last fall! Yes, I've been busy with other things. Only now I'm kinda wishing we would have recorded a little video during my labor (perhaps after the epi but before the pushing), and definitely some early footage of Kendry. Guess we'll know better from here on out, and for Baby #2.

Anyway, to help make up for the lack of early footage here are a few smiles, facial expressions and coos from Kendry. Please disregard my "mommy coaching" voice in the background. I'm sure to everyone else I sound like a regular proud mommy, but personally I think I sound a little corny.

I Love My Fists!

Over the last two weeks Kendry has developed a strong obsession with his fists. It seems he is determined to fit a whole fist in his mouth, no matter what it takes. This results in him gagging himself with his fingers quite often, but he simply gags, recovers, and then puts his fists right back up there. On the plus side, he is not requiring his binky as much. This morning I captured his attitude perfectly:
For some reason I can't help but think of Veggie Tales' Larry the Cucumber singing his "I Love My Lips" song, only I exchange the word "lips" for "fists". "I loooovvvee my fists!...Its a fist, its a fist, its a fist fist fist..." Okay, you gotta know Silly Songs With Larry to appreciate this humor. Take a look: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1FGaCNN1aw

Not quite the Pink Poodle, but good enough for now...

Unlike some men, Justin isn't too particular about his haircuts. While Grandpa Rodger prefers to get his haircut done at the Pink Poodle, Justin prefers to simply have me do his haircuts at home with our own electric clippers. I might add that I do a pretty decent job.

In keeping with that practice, two nights ago Kendry got his very first haircut - or rather, his first trim anyway. Now, we fully realize that our child barely has any hair as it is, not to mention that its a very light strawberry blonde right now, so you can hardly see what little he has anyway. But it was really starting to look like he had old man hair, meaning that it was really long in back, but just kinda scraggly everywhere else. In fact, last weekend the sunshine caught it just right and Justin and I were horrified to see a few patches of inch-long hair sticking up at random around Kendry's head (obviously the hair he was born with), but then also lots of fuzzy hairs barely a centimeter long everywhere else. It looked really bad! Wanting to at least have his hair all one length, or close to it, we assumed we could simply set the clippers at that centimeter length and just buzz his head all over. And that assumption was completely wrong. It appears that Kendry may have been blessed (?) with his father's genetics when it comes to hair. We spotted hints of Justin's hairline on Kendry pretty early on. Of course, Kendry gets the super straight hair from both of us, but right now the fine texture of his hair is certainly from his father. I am hoping over time he will develop some thickness like his mother has, but only time will tell.

For anyone who has ever worked electric hair clippers, you know that super fine hair is not the most cooperative. We buzzed and buzzed, but the clippers would not catch anything. Finally, we resorted to the scissors to trim the long, scraggly spots, which is a challenge when you're working with a still wobbly baby's head and neck . Fortunately, as a pointed out, Kendry's hair is very light in color so no one should be able to tell what a botched first haircut he got. I think we probably failed miserably in trying to get it all one length because I'm certain the back of his hair is actually now ten different lengths. Oh well...

Kendry was a good sport though. He simply sat in his seat and stared at his daddy, trying to figure out why his head was being massaged by some noisy machine.

And rest assured, I did save a small clipping of hair for the baby scrapbook.