Saturday, October 24, 2009
Make a Difference Day 2009
Brian Kempf (Steve's friend and Executive Director of the Urban Tree Foundation) has a tradition that he plants a tree for each of his kids. Today was Make a Difference Day in Visalia, and Brian had hundreds of volunteers planting trees and native plants at West Main Park. He was kind enough to invite us to plant a Valley Oak tree just for Otis. So world, I give you the Otis Tootle Oak Tree:
Monday, October 19, 2009
Otis at 3 Months
He is a big smiling baby now. He pretty much smiles at you any time you smile at him. It is pretty fun.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
More photos
Last week we uploaded photos from Otis's second month at http://tootlefam.shutterfly.com.
Otis's First Trip
On Sunday we decided to get out of Dodge for the day and visit the central coast. Steve and I make this day trip (2.5 hours each way) several times a year to cool off, see the pretty ocean, eat clam chowder, and visit some of Steve's favorite college hangouts in San Luis Obispo. With Otis along, our day wasn't nearly as carefree as it was in our former pre-baby lives, but we still had fun.
Our journey took a little longer than we'd planned due to a projectile baby poop blowout while we'd stopped at the Jack Ranch Cafe parking lot to nurse. The most impressive blowout to date (in both force and volume), it set us back a good hour. I was nursing him in the back seat of the car when it happened: the poo landed in my lap but quickly ran down my hip into a pool that I was then sitting in. I called for reinforcements, and Steve sprung into action. He picked up Otis, who had poo running down both of his little legs and onto his cute socks, and I got the diaper changing supplies ready. While Steve deftly cleaned up our boy and changed his clothes, I focused on the car seat (thank God for leather seats!) and then turned my attention to my poo-covered pants. I had no choice but to walk into the Jack Ranch Cafe to try to wash out my jeans. I'm sure people who aren't familiar with the distinct color of baby poo thought I'd pooped my pants. Because there was poop all over my pants. To make an already-long story a little shorter, our first stop in SLO was Old Navy for a new pair of jeans.
When we got back in the car, we had a good laugh and continued our journey. We were all safe and healthy, and this was just a small kink in our fun-filled day. And the rest of the day was pretty fun. Otis got to visit some of our favorite spots, but he didn't see them because he slept through most of it in his sling. Lots of tourists smiled and pointed at us. Here are some photos:
Here is Otis sleeping through our delicious clam chowder at Splash Cafe:
Here is Otis not getting his first glimpse of the ocean at foggy Pismo Beach (maybe next time):
Otis snoozing while I enjoy some new tunes at Boo Boo Records:
Finally, here's Otis looking dapper (if not slightly overwhelmed) in his car seat on the way home:
Our journey took a little longer than we'd planned due to a projectile baby poop blowout while we'd stopped at the Jack Ranch Cafe parking lot to nurse. The most impressive blowout to date (in both force and volume), it set us back a good hour. I was nursing him in the back seat of the car when it happened: the poo landed in my lap but quickly ran down my hip into a pool that I was then sitting in. I called for reinforcements, and Steve sprung into action. He picked up Otis, who had poo running down both of his little legs and onto his cute socks, and I got the diaper changing supplies ready. While Steve deftly cleaned up our boy and changed his clothes, I focused on the car seat (thank God for leather seats!) and then turned my attention to my poo-covered pants. I had no choice but to walk into the Jack Ranch Cafe to try to wash out my jeans. I'm sure people who aren't familiar with the distinct color of baby poo thought I'd pooped my pants. Because there was poop all over my pants. To make an already-long story a little shorter, our first stop in SLO was Old Navy for a new pair of jeans.
When we got back in the car, we had a good laugh and continued our journey. We were all safe and healthy, and this was just a small kink in our fun-filled day. And the rest of the day was pretty fun. Otis got to visit some of our favorite spots, but he didn't see them because he slept through most of it in his sling. Lots of tourists smiled and pointed at us. Here are some photos:
Here is Otis sleeping through our delicious clam chowder at Splash Cafe:
Here is Otis not getting his first glimpse of the ocean at foggy Pismo Beach (maybe next time):
Otis snoozing while I enjoy some new tunes at Boo Boo Records:
Finally, here's Otis looking dapper (if not slightly overwhelmed) in his car seat on the way home:
Smiler
Otis is a regular smiler, but it's been hard to capture his cute grins on camera. He loves to smile after diaper changes, right after nursing, and generally whenever we would not be likely to have a camera in hand. But here are our two closest smile photos, to give you an idea!
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