Sure, your smile is super cute.

But let's not forget about those squishable, in dire need of some lovin' cheeks.

Lushious, poof worthy hair...

Melt your heart, doe shaped eyes...

Pouty lips, perfect for giving and receiving kisses ...

Fashion forward sense of style...

And overall cuteness, overload personality.

The Evolution of Cameron's Personality

We expected for our baby to be able to communicate before being able to speak.

How he would communicate was beyond me.

A smile?

A laugh?

When Mr. Man was a newborn he would let us know what he liked,

By not crying. hehe

Over time he began to smile, kick, open his mouth wide open, blow raspberries, yell, grab for anything within reach, sign "milk", kiss, mimic, hug...

PHEW! I'm sure I missed some, but you get the picture.

I guess he wanted to make sure we kept up the good work.

Now he's acquired, ummmm a new reaction to his favorite things.

Favorite thing #1:
Watching the dogs walk toward him.


As you can see in the end, Sadie kept putting her ball by him. :/ I guess she's trying to make "throwing the ball" on his list of faves.

Favorite thing #2:
Blue Wall!!! (It's at the park downstairs from our apt. It's a crime if we don't visit it before & after our walks)

Heh-heh, heh-heh, heh-heh

Cameron Fans

I had this fantastic idea regularly responding to each comment via post.

You take the time to comment, I should show some love back.

Yeah.

It's the thought that counts right?

Giggle Fest:

Thanks ladies! It cracks us up every time.

Evening: Brilliant! Once I figure out how to bottle sound I will send you 33% of the profits. :D

Baby Rule #1:

Thankfully he's feeling 99% better. He woke up once last night, but that was for a bottle. Chunk.

Mah-Maaah:

Noush: You seriously made my day. No, week. No, no YEAR!

Grandma J: I couldn't have put it better myself!

Mah-Maaah

My baby is amazing, a genius, child prodigy if you will.

Last Friday he said his first word, mama.

His tongue muscles aren't fully developed so it's still a work in progress.

And unless you have a trained ear (as I do) his M's might sound a bit harsh.

If you're on the brink of going deaf, it might sound like a D.

Either that or his Az accent is thick.

But in my heart (keep the laughter down to a polite chuckle) his first word is mama.

Let me also note, on Saturday morning I woke up to Paul coaching Mr. C.

"Da-da. Cameron say DA-DA"

I promptly rolled out of bed, stuck my head out of our door & said, "MAH! MAH!"

Hmph! Paul's tongue muscles must be underdeveloped too.

Rule #1: Babies shouldn't be allowed to get sick.

Well, this weekend was interesting to say the very least.

Poor Cameron had a cold.

I knew something was up Friday night.

When it was bedtime, he didn't want a bottle (SHOCKER), instead he wanted to be rocked to sleep.

*swoon*

At the time I thought this was the best idea yet.

Then along came Saturday.

Saturday was a bad, bad day.

Paul had to be at work by 1pm.

So we headed out to look at a few houses.

We warned our realtor that Cameron wasn't feeling in a good mood.

Brian said he didn't believe it, Cameron is always happy.

So, of course Cameron had to prove me wrong.

:/

Well, close to 12 we headed home & Cameron went down for a nap.

After he woke up from his nap the real fun began.

He woke up screaming (I hate that), when I went to pick him up he was HOT.

Not sweaty hot, but pleasedontbesick kind of hot.

I won't lie, I freaked.

I took his temp, and it was 102.4 :( :( :(

I texted Ruth (from daycare) right away.

And she said the dreaded words: Urgent care.

I was home alone.

Paul wouldn't be home until late.

And I'm miles, hundreds of miles away from family.

Living far away can majorly suck some days.

I finally called my bestie Diana.

Even thought it may seem like common sense I needed to hear it from someone.

"Call the Dr. Brandy"

I called & I'm so glad I did.

She calmed me down 99% (he was still sick, I couldn't let my guard down).

After a quick run to pick up medicine (fyi, don't walk to the store w/a sick child. No matter how close it may be, no matter how much he loves the outdoors), his temp went down.

I didn't retake it, the dr. told me not to.

I would only drive myself crazy.

She knows me so well. :)

The lowest point of that day was not really knowing what to do.

He wanted to be held, I held him.

He wanted me to rub/run my fingers down his back until he fell asleep, I did that through out the day.

He wanted a chocolate chip cookie, ok even I have a limit. ;)

By Monday we went to visit the Dr. and he was clear of any infection.

He just had a cold, thank goodness!

So for $35 I had piece of mind & now know (for a fact) that he weighs 19 lbs.

I guess the fruit scale at the market doesn't lie, hehe.

I should be thankful (which I am) that he doesn't get sick often.

But, when he does.

It pulls on my heart strings.

So again, Rule #1: Babies shouldn't be allowed to get sick.

What's a post without pics?

A boring one.

With that said, my baby is a goof, cold and all. :)

The carpet needs love too.

Giggle Fest

Monday night Cameron was full of giggles.

After swimming (for over an hour) he was ready for a bottle.

Of course once he was on the floor the Sadie & Oscar had to be within arms reach.

We're so lucky that they've adjusted so well with Cameron (not that they had a choice).

And Cameron is slowly but surely learning "nice" when petting them.

Sometimes he gets nice confused with yank.

But we're working on it. :)

Even if we're around the house he's usually wearing a onesie.

But since he was starving, I didn't waste time.

Before we knew it he was busting up as Sadie's hair rubbed up against his buddha belly.

Which of course made us laugh.



Then it was bath time.

Paul is definitely the animated one of us two.

He's always finding new ways to put a smile on Cameron's face.

And mine too.




I love that laugh.

love, love, love.

Go, Cameron go

The clarity on this video is not that great, but it's better than nothing. ;)

Yesterday afternoon we headed out for Cameron's favorite thing.

Swimming!

As soon as he sees his blue boat, it's all over.

His mouth goes wide open & his legs start kicking all over the place.

Cameron has loved the water since his first real bath (no sponge, please).

So, we tried out swimming classes & he was a natural.

Nothing has changed since then.

He now understands that kicking moves him in the water (and he would go so much faster, if mommy & daddy didn't get in the way).

If he sees his ducky or boat in the pool he turns into a little frog & kicks toward them.

He's even spotted the flowers along the pool & swam toward those.

Don't worry, I got pics on the disposable of that too. ;) Daddy was so proud. hee hee

Yesterday, he kept wanting to go toward a beach ball.

The little girl who brought it, was nice enough to let him play with it.

Without further ado, our little nemo.