Gotta admit...Logan's not hard to look at.

Well, I said I'd catch up. I'm trying. It is now 1:05 in the morning, I have just put Logan down for the night (at least the next three hours, I hope), and I can't sleep. Lovely. But, you didn't come to this site to listen to me whine, did you? Let's say Hi to Logan.

Ah, that's better. Power to the people! Well, that's probably not what Logan is thinking, but the fist action does work. Maybe he meant Power to really pale babies. God help us if he is as pasty white as his pops. Hopefully, he gets is Ma's tone.

This has been quite an interesting time for Diane and I. I can't say its been easy. Far from it. Having Logan in our lives has waylaid us to an extent that we never imagined possible. I wish I could say I've enjoyed him, but I can't. What I can say is that every day gets a little better, as we get to know him and his personality emerges. I can't wait for that.

Ok, so a few weeks ago, Grandma Jan came to town to see her new great grandson. Logan was very pleased to see her.

Since Grandma Jan is going to be moving back to Colorado, from dreary Cleveland, OH, Logan expects to be spoiled rotten and treated like a little prince. Also on the agenda is plenty of over-nighters over at Grandma Jan's place, where there will be yummy things to eat, lots of cartoons to watch and general mayhem to be wrought. However, Logan will need to be walking and talking to really take advantage. Hurry up and grow, boy. Life is so much more than a good bottle of formula and a satisfying bowel movement. In fact, here's a thought...try sleeping through the night. You wouldn't believe how good that feels.


Over at Ma's house, Logan pigged out. See, when you go over to Gramma Barb's house, you take every opportunity to eat. Since Gramma makes a killer bottle of formula (it has cloves in it), he took advantage. As you can see, Logan is quite a multi-tasker. Not only is he eating, but he is staring intently. How did the boy get so smart? He can eat and stare at the same time! This does his pops proud. I guess the real question is what is he staring at? He's probably staring at his Uncle Jesse's sizable gut. That is an eyeful, that's for sure. Logan and uncle Jesse are in a competition to see who has the roundest gut. The jury is still out, but Logan's got a bit of work to do to catch up. I'll be taking wagers on it, if you're interested.


Well, well, well...what is this? Eating again? This time, Logan has procured grandpappy phil to hold the bottle. At this point, we haven't left gramma barb's house yet, so as you can see, Logan has no compunction about taking advantage of the services and resources available at gramma and grandpappy's place. He's like a food sociopath. Actually, if you think about it, he's probably just a plain sociopath. Logan doesn't care if you're tired, hungry, cold, sick, out of shape, gassy, bored, hot, injured, or stressed. All he cares about is that you feed him, make sure his pacifier stays in his mouth, keep a blanket on him and keep a clean diaper on him. To @#$%^& with your needs. You'll get over it.

Diane and I have been very blessed to have some friends help us out. Here, Annie has taken charge and Logan is clearly ok with this. He's an attention black hole, if you haven't noticed. Not only that, but anyone who will pat his back and hold him for a few hours will get treated well at 3 in the AM (it'll only take 40 minutes to get him to sleep instead of the hour and a half). See, he's not unreasonable. As long as you serve him with all your heart, he'll only fuss when he needs to. This is not an attitude Diane and I are trying to foster, but at this point, he's not very reasonable.




Aaaahhhhhhh............now momma really knows how to take care of Logan. What could be more fun than siting out on your bench in the front of your house on a warm spring evening rocking Logan to sleep? See? You can't think of anything. That's because there isn't anything more fun than that. In fact, if you really want to up the fun meter, make sure his pacifier stays in his mouth. We, at the Day household know how to have fun. Logan as taught us well.

Who wants to clean the yard of Rufus doo? Logan, you do??? Great! Thank you for volunteering. You're a real sport. Its good to see you start taking responsibility around this house.

Actually, the question is "Who's constipated?" Jeez Louise. You know, there aren't many things more stressful than a constipated baby. We took Logi (that's pronounced Low-gee...my new nickname for the boy) to the pediatrician because he was dealing with constipation. We found out that as long has his stool was at least the consistency of dryish peanut butter that we had nothing to worry about because it is normal for babies. We should worry if it was hard and milk-duddy. I wonder if our pediatrician has even held a baby. We had some friends (Tom, Kara, Drew, Kaycee) tell us to just shove a suppository up his little cherrio and to switch his formula to a lactose free base, and presto, the baby is cured. We owe them a huge debt of gratitude, as they have given us precious hours of sleep.

You know what is really sad about the above story? Every parent has, at some point in their child's life, thought that the topic of stool consistency is very interesting. Diane and I were over at Jesse and Andrea's house the other day, talking about it, and you'd think we were discussing the latest issue of the Economist Magazine's lead story. We're not really cool any more. To all you single folks reading this, you just wait. You'll be a dorky parent too (I can't really say my parents are dorks though. Well, dad is, but for different reasons).


Get your grove on! From what I understand, mommy was playing a groovy funk-a-by and Logan was really "throwing down". You know, I hope he has the ability to groove. If he does, he didn't get it from me. Diane can really cut a rug. She tried to get me to cut the rug with her a few times. That was too much fun for me, so I had to stop because you can hurt yourself if you have too much fun. But, if Logan has the moves, great. What kills me in this pic is the hat. It almost looks like he's wearing panty hose (Actually, wouldn't it be hilarious if he were wearing one of those nylon caps that suffocate your head?). Maybe not panty hose...maybe an elf hat. Not an elf hat...a gnome hat. Elves aren't little midgets that wear pointy hats. If you need to see what an elf looks like, watch the Lord of the Rings movies. Why are we even talking about this? Did you see the game last night???



Man, I'm tired. I think I'll sleep in my scoliosis position. That way, I'll wake up with a crooked back, a really stiff neck and drool on my cheek.

All I can say is "enjoy your flexibility, son". At some point, you'll find that you'll get a turtlehead just trying to tie your shoe. Either that or you'll just pass out due to lack of oxygen.

BRAAAAAAAAPPPPP!!!!!!! Man! That was a burp. Too bad we couldn't put that one on the wall. Of course mommy and pops are very proud of Logi and his burpage. A good burp means at least an extra hour of sleep. There are three things in this life that you want and need to hear. They are:
1. I love you
2. BRAAAAAAAAPPPPP!
3. (TBD)

Diane doesn't exactly view Logan's BRAAAAAAAPPPP! the same as my BRAAAAAAAPPPP!. For some reason, mine are gross and his aren't. No worries. I'll make mine come out silently on the other end. Problem solved. Keep at it, Logan!

Well, Logan wants you to know that he has enjoyed visiting with you. If you can't stick around, but would still like to make Logi happy, send a check for $1000 to his PO Box.

I had planned on putting some pics of Cousin Abbie's birthday party on this as well, but my camera died. I'll have to have Auntie Sandra send me some pics, as the event was quite memorable!

Good golly, I'm tired. Its now 2:30 AM. Logan should be waking up soon for his nightly feeding, so it's not so bad. Heck, if I were in his position, I'd wake up too. There's nothing like a yummy bottle of formula to satisfy an empty tummy. Do restaurants know about this stuff????

Alright, that's about it.

Aaron