It's so weird to be back here

Growing up my Dad took painstaking care to document my sister's and my development in the form a photo slide show--with real slides and a projector.  One photo every month for the first two years. Then every birthday and half-birthday until twelve. Then every birthday until twenty-one.  

If you were a boyfriend or girlfriend and it was your first time at the house then the slide projector got hauled out. I never thought much about it. Robin hated it.

A few years ago I digitized all the slides and put them on a DVD to music as a Father's Day present.

Like Ben Folds says, It's so weird to be back here.

You Can Do All that With the Carrier

I’m very tired, Emily said as she lay down next to me on the couch. She had just handed me Eli and looked intent on taking a nap. “Well I’m about to get up. I need to walk the dogs and make dinner”, I responded in a tone that suggested that I was quite helpless. Intent on napping she recommended that I wear the baby.

My boy never likes to be away from Mommy for long and I though that if we were lucky that I may get through the evening walk without a tantrum. So I loaded up all three of my boys and set off. When we got to the end of the street everything looked copasetic so we continued on. We had a nice talk about what he wanted to be when we grew up. His world is not that big and we do live by a firehouse so he settled on firefighter.

By the time we got home Eli was fast asleep as was Mommy. It looked like dinner prep was about to begin with baby in tow. Steak, baked potato and salad had been requested. 45 minuets later dinner was on the table and guess who thought that would be the perfect time to wake up?

Eli’s timing is uncanny when it comes to hot food and other people eating. It’s like he knows when hot food hits a plate.  Food? I like food! GIVE ME A BOOB! 

I was determined to let Emily eat with two hands, for once.  I tried walking off his hunger. It worked. He did not want me to sit so pacing was what we did. Have you ever eaten a salad while walking?  Easier than it looks.

Everything worked out for the second half of my meal. I was forced to stand at the bar and eat, but Emily and I got to eat with two hands. At the same time!

I walked, cooked and ate with Eli firmly strapped to me.  I had him for a good two hours. Emily did the dishes and I got him changed and we all settled in for the rest of the night. Well that was the plan at least until Mister Oops I Crapped Myself had something to say about it only minutes after I put him in a cloth diaper.  He always does that. Did I mention his perfect timing?

Starting to Come Around

So I think Jack is starting to come around to the idea of having a lit' brother.

The Great Flying Eli!

One of my main roles as a Dad is to continue to blow Eli's mind with the many wonders of this world.

Today we took flight for the first time...

The Great Flying Eli! from Kenton Kodner on Vimeo.

When did we take that photo?

I was playing around on the computer the day after we brought Eli home from the hospital, and Emily looked over and said, "When did we take that photo?" She did not recognize the outfit, but she thought she knew the kid. She does, she just married him.

Monkeys

We'll call this little break in posts part of my maternity leave. The thing that has surprised me the most about this whole parenthood thing is my complete inability to get anything done. I'm hoping to write up Eli's birth story and post it this week. In the meantime, Kenny has started his own blog featuring 90% Eli content.

Welcome to My New World

Hello Everyone! Welcome to my new blog. I am not much of a writer, but I do like to document things with photos and videos. I also thought that it would be easier to have one place people can look to get a look at my main man, Eli.

So for my first post I thought that we could all look back at the belly growth of Emily.


Emo's Belly: The Tale of the Expanding Uterus from Kenton Kodner on Vimeo.

I am going to try to update a few times per week, but don't hold me to that. (Mom, I'm looking at you)