I've noticed that something like 90 percent of the photos on this site are taken in our apartment. We don't want you to get the idea that we treat him like a shut-in. So, we got dressed, went down to the parking lot, took this picture, and then went back inside. Note to self: next time, remember the sunscreen.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Posted by Dave at 11/28/2004 07:06:00 PM
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Aiden is practicing what he's to say during Grace at Thanksgiving dinner. I shall translate:
"Thank you for this feast you lay before us. Well, actually, thanks for the ingredients that went into the feast. And thanks for giving my mom the ability to put the ingredients together into this feast. Oh, and thanks for allowing dad to be able to go the store at the last minute to get some wine, which I'm sure I'll be getting a taste of soon enough. Oh, and thanks for smiting my enemies. Peace, out."
Posted by Dave at 11/25/2004 01:16:00 PM
It seems to be a function of Aiden's autonomic nervous system to roll over and then become unhappy about it. Oh, at first, he's fine. But after a few minutes of peering about he becomes angry. I always ask him: if you're so upset, why don't you just roll back the other way? I've seen you do it! The answer seems to involve a lot of drool and bitter complaint.
Posted by Dave at 11/25/2004 09:29:00 AM
Sunday, November 21, 2004
In our never-ending quest for information, we at Axetler.blogspot.com have decided to start collecting info from you, our visitors. Thus, we inaugurate the first of our visitor polls--the Teething poll!
We've noticed that our son is constantly drooling. The reason we noticed is because we almost drowned. It's way too early for teething, according to the books, but our son seems so brilliant in other ways that perhaps his overachieving extends to his toothbuds as well. So please take a moment to take our poll, located on the right side of the page in the white box. We'll leave each poll up for at least a week.
Thanks for your help!
Posted by Dave at 11/21/2004 09:27:00 PM
You wouldn't know it from this picture, but our life with Aiden has been less than trouble-free for about two weeks now. He's had a cold, a bout with the crabapple two-step, and a tendency to wake up at night and require comforting. On Friday, Aiden and Christine went to visit the doctor, but there was nothing they could do. Last night I made a 2 a.m. trip to the drug store to procure some Vics baby rub because his nose sounded like he was sucking the last of a milkshake through a swizzle straw. And finally, he constantly coats us with a fine cracked-glaze of spit-up and drool. We're a bit more tired than we've been so far. In other words, he's finally behaving like a real baby instead of a little angel.
Posted by Dave at 11/21/2004 04:25:00 PM
Saturday, November 20, 2004
One thing we're learning: it's important for baby to contribute to the family's revenue stream. Putting your child to work early can mean the difference between a 19" Broksonic and a 40" plasma. So, we told Aiden to get out there and get a job.
Fortunately, in a university town there is no shortage of scientists willing to pay big money to babies so they can be poked and prodded. Aiden's enrolled in a study that is trying to sort out how babies learn language. Once a month he goes in and looks at videos of a woman going "Aaaaah!" and "Eeee!" while he sits on my lap and we're videotaped. I wear blackout glasses so I can't influence his responses. That doesn't stop me from giggling at the sounds of the video and Aiden's conversation with it.
Then, he talks to a researcher for a while (who, by the way, was very surprised that a three-month old could talk so much). It turns out that Aiden is something of a flirt.
Finally, another person put some earplugs attached to a machine into his ears to measure the mobility of his eardrum. For this, Aiden receives $20, and over the course of the study will end up a millionaire by age 4,167.
Posted by Dave at 11/20/2004 01:58:00 PM
Monday, November 15, 2004
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Posted by Dave at 11/11/2004 07:29:00 PM
Monday, November 08, 2004
Well, not new. Built in 1964, this ranch house with nearly 1200 square feet is well maintained...right down to it's original furnace. That's the worst of it (and that furnace looks really clean and well-maintained too, so maybe it'll last a bit longer). Can you imagine a new furnace lasting 40 years?
The building is sound, there are no leaks, the roof's been reshingled and the sheathing is in great shape, as is the foundation. So, I think it's safe to go inside after we park the car in the attached garage.
Let's go inside.
It's not huge, but it's a living room. By the way the furniture isn't ours. That goes with the owner.
Behind us is the hallway, leading to the bedrooms.
This crazy looking picture shows the 2 bedrooms in the front of the house, the bedroom in the back, and the bathroom. Aiden's room is on the left. Ours is on the right.
Back up the hallway, to the kitchen.
There's an icemaker in that fridge. Yessir, we're moving on up to that dee-lux apartment in the sky.
Turn around, and there's a breakfast nook.
Here is nearly the only thing I would change about the house itself...I'd knock a hole in the wall into the living room. Maybe a passthrough. Too bad that's a bearing wall, or I might tackle it myself.
Straight ahead and to the left is a door to the backyard.
I want to make some changes here...block out some of the neighbors a bit with a hedge of some sort. We'll see. Depends on how well that furnace treats us.
Behind us is a stairway leading into blackness. Wonder where it'll take us!
Here's a quick quiz. Are Christine and Aiden in...
A) ...the forest, enjoying nature in all it's splendor? Or,
B) ...the basement, enjoying tasteful wallpaper in all it's splendor?
If you said A, well who could blame you. So lifelike! Be careful, Christine! Deer are wild animals, and should be treated with respect.
Whew! That was close. Let's turn around to look at the rest of the basement.
Off to the right are some unfinished rooms containing the washer and dryer, and that vintage (but well-kept) furnace that's preying on my mind a bit. I didn't take a picture of that, because it makes me nervous.
That's it. The tour is done! Closing is December 7, so I guess we'd better start packing. Anyone want to help us move?
Posted by Dave at 11/08/2004 08:34:00 PM
So, today...yeah. Aiden was a little crab. It didn't help that I fed him 4 oz. of sour milk. How do I know it was spoiled? Well, he didn't suck it down with his usual gusto, so I tasted it towards the end. Yum. Lots of screaming after that. I think he used to be easier . . . .
I decided to try driving around for a while, and he was quieter, as long as you look at things on a galactic scale. But eventually he fell asleep. A quick stop at the bank, then we went to see mommy and her co-workers. Aiden was all sweetness and light for mommy. Everyone marvelled at how sweet he is.
We all went to our new house for the inspection, where Aiden continued to show how easy he is to get along with. A couple hours later Mommy was back at work, and the guys were back home, where within a half hour someone (I won't mention any names) had a diaper blowout. All oner Daddy's hand and Aiden's chair.
I managed to get Aiden's clothes off without smearing poop on his head, but not without smearing poop on everything else. Screaming, screaming, screaming...laundry, laundry, laundry...screaming. Sleepin--no, wait, screaming. Oh, and Mommy just called to say she missed the bus.
Babies are fun!
Posted by Dave at 11/08/2004 05:00:00 PM