Logan @ 6 Months: Bouncing Baby Spewing Boy

Hi all,

It was bought to my attention that it has been awhile since I’ve actually taken the time to actually say something on this site other than posting the random picture or occasional video. So I figure I owe you loyal ones out there at least half a paragraph about how things have been.

So on July 4 Logan “technically” became 6 months old. The reason I say “technically” is because there is an odd school of thought that feels that for the first year of a baby’s life you need to count his age in individual weeks. That makes Logan 27 weeks old. Can you imagine counting a person’s age in weeks? That would make me 1836 weeks old. Ridiculous. Do you think those ancient math nerds bothered to create 12 divinely convenient divisions a year for their health? No, it was so I wouldn’t have to do long division just to figure out how long I’ve been able to claim daddy’s little tax deduction. Anyway I digress. . .

The kid is starting to show strong signs of a seriously strong personality. At 4 months old he was starting to cough to get our attention. Come on now, do you know how weird it is to see a 4 month old clearing his throat just to look at you sideways and then break out into a 10 minute diatribe of “Goo goo, gah gah” and giggles. It freaks me out, man.

Anyway this past weekend was Logan’s first District Convention. Other than barfing on my just dry cleaned green suit on Saturday morning and the gift of projectile spew that forced his mother into a Sunday afternoon costume change, the boy took to the idiosyncrasies of the District Convention with the greatest of ease.

For the most part he handles meetings fairly well. Holy Spirit must kick in or something because he becomes “the world’s best baby” whenever he walks into the hall. When he was mere weeks old Gayle was spending most meetings in the Mother’s Room nursing but now he is able to sit quietly in his car seat or on one of our laps, fairly quietly for 45 minutes to an hour. I must admit that it is a blessing but this sort of behavior is isolated to Jehovah’s house and is not representative of his usual behavior. Do you know how hard it is to illicit sympathy from the friends when boy becomes a veritable angel in at the hall? It is like that persistent computer error that miraculously disappears whenever the IT guy takes a look at it. You know what I mean, don’t you.

For instance, this morning at 3am Logan decided that he was no longer content with slurping down a nice bottle of formula and would scream bloody murder until his mother provided him with a warm “booby latte.” I have done almost all the night feedings since the day he’s been born, why he has suddenly gotten finicky is beyond me.

Don’t get me wrong 99.9% of the time the kid is a laugh riot. When I come home at night he will take one look at me and start cracking up and bouncing on his mother’s lap like a hydraulic rubber ball. It’s like I have the world’s largest booger hanging out my nose. Baby laughs are very different then adult laughs. They are infectious and genuine and well, different. I swear when he laughs I can’t stop myself from laughing too. Go figure.

Not to mention in my own unbiased opinion he is one incredibly cute kid. As a matter of fact, at the assembly, one sister asked me “Is your baby breast fed?” and I answered yes. She said the reason she asked is because he is one of the cutest kids she has ever seen. All I could think to myself is what does one have to do with the other? After all I have seen some butt ugly breast fed kids. Either way it was a nice compliment though a weird one.

Anyway I’m done. That’s all I have for now. I will try to be more together about writing something once in a while. I am sure if you are still reading this you will forgive me. If not then rest assured that I will post embarrassing pictures of you instead of more obnoxious pictures of my son. A’ight y’all. PEACE!