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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My Blue Eyed Boy
Do you know what song I have been in love with lately? “Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall”. By Bob Dylan. Performed by Jason Mraz. And I listened to it this morning as I took my bi-monthly run. (Or maybe I should call it my bi-monthly shuffle-my-feet-only-slightly-speedier-than-I-walk.) I like the line about my blue-eyed son and my darling young one. Which made me think about my little Wilde Fox of a son, conquering milestones left and right. Eating too many new foods to count – like peas and sweet potatoes and pears. And not turning up his tiny pert nose at any of them. Responding to our voices and our expressions and…
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Our Little Wilde Fox
Look who is beginning to eat cereal! Can you believe that there was actually a moment in every one of our lives where we could swallow liquid only and then one day, at some precise minute in our past, a spoon was shoved into our tiny mouth and we experienced a great unknown. And then that first-time experience quickly morphed into an action that we so completely take for granted that we probably have never even thought about it again. Crazy – huh?
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Otto Fox Wilder
If you want to see how absolutely gorgeous this little Mr. Fox is ….. please check out my ultra talented friend Emma’s website – Odd Dog Design & Photography. It’s linked on my sidebar. I cannot even believe my gene pool helped create this guy!
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Almost There
We miss this guy. (I miss this man.) He’s about to get on a jet plane and head our way. Soon. Official Keigley CuddleFest 2K9, here we come!
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Is He?
He is. In case you were wondering. His shirt even declares it. Genuine baby. The real deal.
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Make My Dreams Come True
I want one. No, not a new husband. Certainly not another baby. The mini silver miracle known as a Mac laptop. I want one. Who wants to help me?
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The Right Team
Bergen is a boy who approaches life wide open. Most people only see Hawkeye revved up, nearly careening out of control at any given moment. But the boy has more depth than that. He loves his siblings. Loves them. He particularly loves his younger siblings. Adores would not be too strong of a word here. Berg offers to hold Piper’s hand when walking outside. He requests the pleasure of tucking her in for daily naps. He reads her books and plays Weebles endlessly with her. Each morning he ambles into our bedroom, thumb in mouth, searching for Otto Fox so he can get in his daily dose of cuddling.…
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My Boy!
Guess who finally discovered his own thumb? I guess he is a Keigley after all.
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Four Weeks
My Littlest Son, When I discovered that I was pregnant with you, I was . . . . surprised. Not entirely excited. Worried. In shock. I didn’t tell anyone for a long while. Your daddy and I really thought that your big sister Piper was the last little Keigley we would bring forth into this messy world. We were clearly wrong. And then I was so sick. The doctor and Daddy and I thought you wouldn’t survive. Oh, but small one, you are a survivor. And more than that, you decided to thrive. (God decided.) Let me be honest, my little Wilde Fox. Times at our house were not exactly…
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Superman
Before Otto Fox Wilder was born, the creation of his name was causing quite a controversy in our house. The little guy has had so many names tossed around as “the one” that everyone lost track of which name we liked best at any given moment. (Oliver, Oscar, Oz, Stryder, Striker, Ryder, Ollie, Wyatt, Truett, Greenleaf . . . ) Early on, Bergen tried to keep the peace by suggesting the perfect name – Superman. And Bergen has really been the only consistent one – always calling him Superman. Two days ago, Otto tried to prove that he was indeed worthy of his superhero nickname. I placed him down for…
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The Magic’s in the Music . . . .
(Photo disclaimer – another photo that has very little to do with the post. But it’s Piper and that little unnecssary, but adorable, ponytail. Well, calling that sprig a “ponytail” is a stretch, I know!) When Bergen Hawkeye was a baby I finally had a good idea to help him differentiate between day time naps and night time sleep. Mosely was dependent on a blanket and that was really a bad idea because blankets can be lost (she has lost two) and blankets can be forgotten on road trips. And lost blankets add up to sleepless nights for Mosely and everyone else within earshot. So with Bergen I wanted to…
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Be Still
For the first few days of his life, Otto Fox Wilder spit up what looked like the entire contents of his tiny meal at every nursing. At his first doctor’s appointment at only four days old, he had already lost a substantial amount of weight. It seemed as if the little man just couldn’t keep his food in his new tummy. For the next two days I tried a new tactic. When he nursed, I kept him sitting in an upright position. After each feeding Riley or Kevin or I would hold him upright for twenty to thirty minutes following nursing. We figured maybe gravity just needed to work its…
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The Experience
Some Great Things About the Birthing Experience Uh . . . The dining staff did bring us a cake and a bottle of sparkling cider afterwards. (Of which I did not partake from either. I think the Look Up Lodge summer staffers may have, however. It’s okay, guys. I really didn’t want it anyway.) The remote control to myself ? No. I didn’t even want to watch endless, mindless television. I was pretty sleepy. The doctor’s anatomy lesson directly following the birth of my beautiful son. Gosh, I wish I could really go into details here but I am not entirely sure who reads this blog and I don’t want…
