Otto Fox Wilder
There comes a time in every rightly consructed boy's life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. - Mark Twain
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we let him eat cake.
Otto had a pretty low key first birthday party, as far as those events tend to go. And I am okay with that. Besides, he has enough siblings to constitute a party wherever he goes, so it all works out. A few good friends joined us to do what you do on a baby’s first birthday. Watch them eat cake. Our kids have all handled the first birthday a little differently. We didn’t get the privilege of seeing Riley cram cake into her little kid face since we met her a few years after that event. (I could just make something up here but I guess that’s a bad idea…
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One
Just one year ago you looked this. Brand new. Hours into our life. Peaceful. Still. Beautiful. And now one year later you look like this. Seldom still. Walking. Eating. Laughing. Still beautiful. Happy Birthday One.
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Letter Number Four (4)
Dear Otto’s Nursery Worker, I don’t know why I do not know your name. I am sorry for that. But I do know something about you. You make me happy. Every. Single. Tuesday. You are a blessing – and here’s what funny. You are a stranger to me. To my ten-month-old son. But every week when you see me enter that nursery room with a grinning baby in my arms, you get excited. Genuinely excited. As if you love my baby too. As if taking care of my son is actually a gift to you. Which made me think. Maybe it is. Sort of. See, I know there will be…
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Just a Reminder
Wilder went for his first ride recently in the front of the grocery cart. With a steering wheel even. And it just served to remind me that my Little Wilde Fox will not always be Little.
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Joining Us Already In Progress
Wilder has a new skill. It’s called Balance Standing. (Or something like that.) He pulls to a standing position with the aid of any nearby object – ottoman, stool, leg, whatever. And then he expertly releases his hands from their gripping position. And balances. (Did I mention that he isn’t even officially nine months old yet?) In other Keigley news . . . London has a second loose tooth – center bottom, directly beside the previous loose tooth. Tonight she was playing her current favorite game – “doggies”. (It’s not my current favorite game because of the increased number of holes in the kness of her pants.) At any rate.…
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You Have To See This
We are so crazy-blessed to have many framily and friends who are talented photographers. And I think maybe their lens does an even better job when they are looking at our kids. (Oh, you know I am just kidding. Other people’s kids are cute too.) But anyway, you should really see how cute Piper Finn and Beckett and Otto look here! Man – Emma . . . you rock!
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Wilder
This fella can eat Cheerios now. Fed to himself. With his own tiny fingers. And he wears sweater vests too.
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It Has To Be Said
So. Here’s Wilder. He’s really devouring the Word.
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The Sniffing Habit
Bergen has a sniffing problem. Seriously. He sniffs you if he likes you. (I have no reason to make this up.) I get sniffed pretty often. Usually routine, run of the mill type sniffing. My hands. My arms. When we are cuddling – my neck. Sometimes my hair. Just sniffing of the normal variety. Kevin – now that guys gets sniffed. And how! Bergen just hovers around and over (maybe even under on occasion) and sniffs Kevin. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. For as long as Kevin will allow. (For which he has gained an amazingly high tolerance, as a matter of fact.) Lately he has been experimenting with a new sniffing…
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O Boy!
And he’s up . . . belly off the ground legs pumping into a genuine crawl. Plus . . . Wilder has discovered how to stand up in his crib but he doesn’t know how to get back down. O boy!
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Little Boy
It wasn’t just the first Christmas we ever went to Disney. Nor was it just the first time we visited my Dad & Jenny at their new place in Florida. Or even just the first time we stayed at the Phelps’ house. There was another first this year. For a little boy. Named Otto Fox Wilder. It was his first Christmas. Ever. He won’t ever have another first Christmas. And even though I know he won’t have any recollection of this first Christmas, it was still pretty special to celebrate with him this year. I think I can say confidently that this little boy was the absolute best thing to…
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Here We Go
Alert: This post is being typed from a computer with a dying battery. In a hotel room with no access to photographs. The Band of Keigley are on the road. (And you would know all the minutia of our family’s Christmas journey south if you followed Riley’s Facebook updates. But please do not. We do not wish to support her addiction. I’m actually not joking.) The start was a bit shaky . . . an hour and a half later than intended, snow and ice the first forty-five minutes, an accidental opening of the completely, tightly packed Suburban’s back door two minutes before the official Buckling In Of Passengers was…
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Wilde Fox
This little guy spits up . . . . a lot! (His laundry pile is higher than all other young Keigleys combined.) But, Kevinit – he’s cute!
