baile con los pajaritos (yachototomonidansushiro)

On a walk today Caimon pointed to geese, robins, starlings, finches, and juncos flying by. He looked up every time house finches sang in the trees overhead. Maybe the apple fell right next to the tree. He's loved dogs for a while, but he's beginning to discover birds.

Since he's barely 11 months, it's really hard to tell what kind of interests Caimon will develop. So far he seems to enjoy some of my favorites, but that may not last. Pondering his future makes me realize just how much is open to him. He could go anywhere and do just about anything. And then I have to wipe his bum after he messes himself. The possibilities may be (nearly) endless, but most of them are still a long way off.

Here's another interest Caimon shares with Sara and me: dancing!
(Okay, his dancing consists of merely bouncing up and down -- but he has to start somewhere.)

The thing is...

I sometimes think that I'd be a little more satisfied with life if I had just one more thing. The thing varies with my mood and situation. However, on the rare occasion that I obtain the thing, I realize that my joy in having the thing is ephemeral and, ultimately, unsatisfying.

On the other hand, I sometimes experience unexpected events that are long-lasting and fulfilling. Sara's been sick for a few days and feeling a little rough. After a long day of work she just wanted to eat dinner and crash. But when she walked through the door, Caimon ran (yeah, he's on the verge of actually running) to her and reached up his arms, wanting her to pick him up. She felt the love. That helped her feel better than any thing will.

Do you feel the love?

The Skinny

I suppose background information may be helpful, although I seriously doubt anyone not already familiar with our family will spend more than 10 seconds on this page.

We are a family of three: Corey, Sara, and Caimon.

I, Corey, will probably do most of the posting here. When Sara does post, you'll notice a different tenor to the writing (after all, her voice is higher pitched). By which I mean you won't have to deal with the odd humor and seemingly disjointed sentences.

Hmm... Pictures are nice.

Bunch of Sickos

Since a person only ever writes his (or her) first blog once, it should be a special moment. Like the first time you lose the top scoop of your double scoop of ice cream, or your first mosquito bite of the summer... Isn't it great to look back on those wonderful memories?

Oh, yeah. We've all had that bug that's been making the rounds.