The Daily Spud: A Week in the Life of a One-Year-Old

Mornings: he sleeps about 11 hours and awakens at about 7-ish. We all hang out in bed for a while and have a bottle o' breakfast, usually accompanied by at least one cat.

Then he attempts to launch himself off the bed. He has no fear whatsoever of the 3 foot drop and the skull-cracking floor below. He just heads off into space. We have caught him every time, so far, and gently lower him down. We're going to have to teach him about the dangers of gravity at some point. Hopefully not the hard way.

He immediately heads for the answering machine, and plays all of the messages. I've had message #1 for 10 years. It's a wrong number, from some drunken dude. It says: "Heekey heekay uh. Damn, um." It's one of my most prized possessions, so I hope Spud doesn't hit the delete button. There's a message on there from Grandma Chadwick, in which she sings "You are My Sunshine" (first verse). He smiles and dances to the song.

Here he is holding court at Cabo Fish Taco in NoDA last week. They have outside tables now. Nice.

Here are some more pics from his birthday weekend. Thanks Erik! Here's a group shot.

Here he is getting passed from one grandparent to another, at Starbucks.

We all went to Raleigh earlier in the week so Claire could go to a technical training seminar thing, her very first business trip. We needed dinner on Monday night, and there was one restaurant within walking distance of the hotel. It was a Hooters. I was totally willing to drive to another place, but Claire said she didn't want to pack the baby in the car again and we should just go to Hooters. My wife is awesome.