The Cool Kid

Loumy was born cool. I don't know what it is, but once you meet him, you just know that he is cool, even when he is just a goofy little kid pretending every pointed object is a light saber.

Today at lunch Deedle was bothering him about a new transformer he just received from his grandmother (Deb just returned from nearly 3 weeks on a cruise up the Danube. She found beautiful nesting dolls for the girls in Hungary but there wasn't much by way of boy stuff so she bought him the transformer and he is as happy as can be).

Anyway, Deedle is bothering him and he just says, as gently and kindly as can be, "Can you please not be getting all up in my face?"

Nancy laughed the other day when she noticed another funny but cool thing he does. If he is impatient or upset, he speaks with out moving his mouth. It is very hard to understand when he does this, but it makes me laugh. I literally have to say, "I need you to move your mouth when you say that so I can understand you." But, as with most mothers, I can usually understand what he's saying anyway.

And what's with the baby photos? Yesterday I was searching through old photos to find some that I want to use for a project. Seeing pics of my babies made my heart ache. I miss those babies somuch sometimes and I am always filled with regret that I didn't appreciate them as much or love them as hard as I should have. I don't know if that makes sense. Especially there is missing and regret regarding Loumy. I have often heard people say, "I have no regrets." And I think, "Well, that's nice. But I do. And hopefully those regrets motivate me to live better and more fully each day." Anywho...I missed most of the first 10 months of his life. Then just a few weeks after he came home the hepA virus kicked into full gear and I was sick for the next 6 months. Because of dehydration, pain, and other problems, many memories from Loumy's first 6 months to year home are simply gone. Its sad. Here are a few photos. Luckily some of them remind me of little things. He was just such an amazingly gorgeous baby. So, let me post these and dwell on my regret for just a moment and then I will move forward, hug him harder, and try not to let more days pass with out appreciating and loving my kids at each stage.
He loved the bath...
When he was learning to walk, he hated to walk on any surface that wasn't smooth. Wood chips and grass were his nemesis.
Just cute. He is being held by Aunt Amy.
He loves peek-a-boo. Here he is with Aunt Kathy posing for the camera.