Month 11

Month 10

Quick update. The baby is 10 months old.

Month 9

Just a quick photo update. Who is this big boy?

Month 8

My boy. My big boy. You take up all my time. I love you more everyday. We have found our rhythm. I now look forward to having you all to myself. Your mama is a better writer than me, so you may want to read her month update: http://chicagoemoly.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-8.html

Month 7

How did he get so big?! So I lied early this week about the writing of the long post. Maybe this weekend. For now you can get the official month photo. I will leave you with this thought from Emily, "This is the month the Shubkagel has come in".

SIX MONTHS!

How did this happen? One-half of a year old!

I have gone back and added Labels to all the month photos. I know welcome to bloging. So now everyone can go back as see all the month photos on one page!

Month 5

Five months old! How did this happen? When did he get so big? His zest for life is infectious. His glass is never half empty or full. His will to move is kicking in to high gear. He is going to be trouble. I would expect no less from my offspring.

1/3 a Year Old

My boy. My very big boy. Has two emotions, very happy or very sad. Still loves to walk his puppies. Wakes up everyday at 5:30am. Weighs in at a even 13 pounds. Only 25 percent of kids his age have bigger heads. Loves to put his hands in his month. Just found his ears. Thinks bath time is rad. Loves his Daddy a whole lot. Has a wonderful mother that has provided 110% of everything his little body needs. Learns new things everyday. Is my best friend.

Month 3

Eli is now one quarter old. He has learned how to smile. As it turns out he is much more fussy that we initially realized. He loves long walks with his puppies. He does not like to spend time with himself. He no longer fits in newborn clothes. Everyday brings something new.

Month 2

Our little boy is growing up so fast.

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.