Full Court Press

Just back in, from a long shift in the coal mines...



(Actually, just after a quasi-successful attempt at making those little hand/foot print things...)



After about three angelic weeks of adorably happy gurgly infant bliss, the little one has done gone colicky on us. The newborn has been delivering day-long, incomprehensible, incorrigible assaults on our parenting skills, patience and ear drums...It's supposed to be a temporary phase, and we'll get through it...I just hope the ringing in my ears will be temporary, too...



I know there's a happy baby in there, somewhere...

This new development as well as my own pre-existing coal mines that need tending to have kept me pressed for time, and the blogging keyboard growing cold from neglect. However, the camera has remained within reach as always and the shutter button continues to click on whenever time and/or opportunity presents itself...











While things seem nothing like the old get up and go pre honey munchkin days, Kell and I are still squeezing in outdoor time whenever possible. However, some of our favorite recreations like bicycling will have to be put on hold until mid to late summer at the earliest. More selfishly, my trusty open-topped Jeep will also be seeing less mileage this summer...(except for any quick escapes I can manage...)

...(ditto on the motorcycle...)

......(um....and the kayak...)

...........(and the fishing pole...)

But we do have the battle-stroller for paved excursions, and the ultra handy baby pouch for off road exploration. Even more luckily, even in the depths of the baby's most stringent colic episodes, the little girl always seems to be a relatively eager hiking and travel partner, and will stop crying whenever we're on the move...

It's when we stop moving that she gets fidgety.



So, we can't stop moving...