Friends are Forever

Day 109:

A busy morning gave way to a fast paced afternoon, Boy'O.  I was up and at  'em first thing this morning with a number of weekend chores that needed tending followed by some mechanic work on MeMeow's car, getting your dogs to the groomers, running a few errands, picking your dogs up from the groomers, and then finally, some peace.

When the day's busy schedule came to slow it was finally time for a shower and then off to Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Paul's to see Nathan and your newest little buddy, Andrew Davis Landers.  Mommy had a chance to meet Andrew in the hospital a few days ago but I'd not met the young lad yet and neither had you, so this would be even more of a treat than just hanging out with our close friends.

When we arrived at Uncle Paul and Aunt Jennifer's, so too were the rest of the Landers family.  Ann and George, Scott and Renee, Lisa, Sarah, and Emma, and finally, Adam and Amanda.  Of course MeMeow and Aunt Mag were also invited and so suddenly, Chez Landers was a full house!

When Aunt Jen finally came down-stairs after feeding your new buddy, I couldn't believe my eyes.  He is the spitting image of Nathan!  I've never seen two little guys look so similar!!  Quite remarkable.  Yes Conor, today was the first day you would meet your soon to be best pal.  Born three months apart and with parents who spend as much time with one another as we all do, I've no doubt you three will be a an inseparable troop.  And no matter where we are in the World, Nathan and Andrew will be your very first friends.

In this life Boy'O, many friends will come and go.  Some painfully so.  But the memories live with you forever, no matter what.  And for you, Nathan, and Andrew, I know in my heart of hearts that you boys will have memories of one another that you'll keep forever.

I love you, my Lion Hearted Boy.  And your new friends too...
-Dad

A Day of Peace

Day 108:

Conor, today was a day of anticipation... Anticipation for the end of the 1st quarter - an exceptionally busy time in my chosen profession- and a hope for a calm and peaceful weekend...  Turns out that while your MeMeow and Aunt Mag have been in NoVA to take care of you they were all but insistent your Mommy and me go out for the night - adult time.  Almost begrudgingly we went...  Turns out Mommy had a friend, Cheryl, whose birthday was tonight and would lead us to get together with some seldom seen friends for a cocktail or two and some great food.

It was a fine night, despite missing you so.  This would be the first night not spent with you since the day you came home from the NICU.  Bittersweet indeed.

As we adjust to the changes that come with the care of you, our most spectacular creation, the things that were once important - social visits and nights out with friends - both distant and close, don't really matter any longer.  And I'd often wonder if that would ever be the case...  Though now I know.

I love you, Son.  See you in the morning...
-Dad

Double the Care, Double the Love

Day 107:

 Today was an especially good day for you, Son! Today you were under the caring and watchful eyes of not only MeMeow, but also her sister- your Great Aunt Mag! See Boy'O, both MeMeow and Aunt Mag are registered nurses and with your Inguinal Hernia surgery fast approaching (Monday April 2nd), it's all-hands-on-deck for your care and attention! It also so happens that your Great Aunt is completely in love with you, as any family member would be, but she's also got a high soft spot for babies. In fact, Aunt Mag worked in a NICU ward for some time, so as far as the medicine is concerned having two registered nurses in the house, and one who's spent time working in the neonatology field, Mommy and me get the piece of mind that you'll receive expert care at home, both pre and post-op.

The report from both of the Smith girls was very good... I got a detailed account of your feedings, how much time you spent awake and asleep, your diaper action (always lovely to hear about your movements, Boy'O), and quite simply, just how generally easy you were to manage today... And of this I have no doubt. Because I've actually watched MeMeow and Aunt Mag compete over who gets to hold and spoil you more, Son. The Lion Heart is never at a loss for his affectionate and loving minions.

As I write this post, all the girls are upstairs giving you a bath and just generally enjoying you. And why wouldn't they? What's not to enjoy?? Me, I look forward to my one on one time with you at midnight tonight, Son. You're always so pleasant at your 12 o'clock feeding, and I always come into your room with whatever the last song I heard was, and hum it to you why you take down your bottle. Everybody wins! You get sleepy in song and grog, and I get to relax with you in my arms... You know Conor, life truly is about the little things.

I love you, Boy'O. See you at midnight.

Love,
Dad

A Child (and Cousin) is Born!

Day 106:

Oh happy day, Conor! The Lion Heart has a new friend!! At approximately 2:51am, weighing in at 7.0 lb. and measuring 19.75" long, "It's a BOY!" was the sweet, sweet words heard over the crying of your newest partner in crime, Andrew Davis Landers!

Aunt Jennifer and Master Andrew are doing just fine, and Uncle Paul and Aunt Jennifer are just over the moon with joy for the birth of their second Son. To her credit Aunt Jennifer felt she knew Andrew would be a boy all along. And of course, lest we forget Master Nathan who can only be overjoyed welcoming his baby brother to the World.
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Nathan, as your Godfather and somebody who loves you very much I'm comfortable telling you that me, Aunt Sara, your Mom, and your Dad are all counting on you to be the leader and example setter we've no doubt you'll be - for both Andrew and Conor. You're now the Big Boy on the block, and I've no doubt you three boys will be thick as thieves in the coming years. A development I can't wait to watch unfold.
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Yes Conor, my day was made before ever stepping foot outside the house today, Son. Over joyed in the knowledge that Mother and Child were safely resting at Virginia Hospital Center. Happy in the feeling that your Uncle Paul was breathing a sigh of relief in that very fact. And excited for what the future holds for you and the Landers boys. Happy day indeed...

I love you, Boy'O.
-Dad

On Pins and Needles

Day 105:

Well Conor, let's start with the great night of sleep you got last night! After your 12:00am bottle I laid you down to sleep around 12:30am and didn't hear a peep out of you until 5:45am! It's not your longest stretch but we'll take it.

No Son, more than that we got some news that frankly, we've all been waiting for! Your Aunt Jennifer's water broke!! Your Uncle Paul and Aunt Jen are in the hospital now awaiting Baby Landers 2.0, so needless to say we're all sitting on pins and needles awaiting to hear - is it a boy or a girl?

With this news I of course started thinking about the day you were born, Son. December 14th, 2011. A partly cloudy and cool day, slowly giving way to a soft rain. Of course, you weren't expected the day you decided to join us, so I didn't exactly have a chance to take stock in many of the details. Still, certain scenes of that day are as vivid in my mind as any in my lifetime. I can only imagine your Aunt Jen and Uncle Paul are feeling the same.

Here's to welcoming a new cousin and friend into the world, Conor! The Lion Heart is going to need all the playmates you can handle and I've no doubt you won't disappoint.

I love you, Boy'O.
-Dad

Not a Monday of Note...

Day 104:

Today was nothing more than another Monday, Son. Not a lot of news to report. We've upped your feedings to 5 ounces in the last few days (as otherwise mentioned) and some of 'em you're having no trouble taking down where others, not so much. Earlier this evening it took you a solid 45 minutes to get down 5 ounces of food, though you did get it down.

Otherwise, MeMeow says you got very little sleep today in terms of napping. Just kinda stayed awake all day checking out the sights and sounds... By the time I'd come home following a long day's work and a much needed haircut, you were lights out.

It's tough being away from you throughout the day, Son. Sorry I don't have more to say about the day.

But one thing is for sure, I love you with all my heart, Boy'O.
-Dad

A Day of Work and Play

Day 103:

There was much to do around the house today, Son. Just some general tidying I suppose, but little things stack up quickly and the next thing you know you're staring down one big chore... Though for me, I'm a project oriented person, Conor, so when I get started on something I typically see it through. Today was no exception.

In this case I got into the work and never looked up 'til it was done. Next thing I knew the house was clean, the laundry was done, Mommy was done knocking down her chores, and MeMeow had you covered as far as feeding and napping were concerned. By late afternoon the clouds were breaking and we all realized how badly we needed to get out of the house. It's not often I'm cool with a trip to the mall, Son. But on this day I wanted to do ANYTHING but sit at home and so we loaded up the Audi and off we went.

Mommy and MeMeow are professional shoppers Boy'O. Myself? I'm a people watcher and a "go-along-to-get-along" kinda guy. A quick stroll through the mall, a couple of stops along the way, and we were off to grab a drink and something to eat. Cold beers, smokey ribs, some wings... Not bad I think! Nice little Sunday...

Otherwise, I don't suppose there's much else to mention. Just a busier than usual Sunday I suppose. But I spent it with you and that's all that matters.

I love you, Son.
-Dad

It Takes a Lot to Feed a Lion Heart

Day 102:

Well Conor, today started out really great! True to last night's blogpost prediction you woke up at 5:30am screaming hungry. I jumped out of bed as if the room was on fire, shot down stairs to prepare your breakfast, and then fed you your bottle as we watched the sun come up. As expected you soon drifted back to sleep with me as your pillow. A perfect way to start the day... Not wanting to lie awake while everyone, dogs included, laid in slumber, I gently moved you back into Mommy and my room. As I laid you in the bed I crooked my arm just a bit, and while you settled into that small nook, I watched you closely and drifted off to sleep myself.

A couple hours later I awoke to find that you were no where to be seen! Seems Mommy heard you stir and, to her surprise, when she rolled over there you were, wide awake. Not wanting to wake me she picked you up for yet another bottle and moved on into the nursery to feed you. Note the time though... 5:30am to 6:00am you had a bottle. 7:45am to 8:15an you had another. Each being four ounces. By 10:00am you were ready for yet another bottle, and then again at Noon. All bottles were four ounces.

Why is this important?? Because until today you'd been getting four ounce bottles ever three hours like clockwork - at least for the last 3 weeks. Not realizing that your tiny body isn't so tiny any more, we collectively realized that you're likely an ounce, or even two ounces, under where you should be! By the time your Mommy figured this out, you'd been largely awake less than twelve hours and had been fed seven times!! To compound matters, because your little body kept telling your giant brain to scream for food, you hardly got any sleep at all throughout the day. And what does that mean? It means a LOT of crying!

With Mommy's great realization of "oh my - we're starving him!" (we're not of course) and my somehow being to dumb to notice, perhaps we're on track now in getting you the proper nourishment to assist you in both growth and a good nap / night's sleep. In fact, it's about that time, Boy'O. You're about due for your midnight feeding, courtesy of yours truly. And with that, I'm off, Boy'O. It takes a lot to feed a Lion Heart, and as I sit here listening to Johnny Cash's "Folsom Prison Blues", I realize that if I don't get crackin', I could be on the Lover of Hound's dog house!

I love you, Son.
-Dad

A Pretty Good Day

Day 101:

Friday's are always good, Boy'O. Especially now. Friday's used to be the start of a weekend of friends and cocktails, travels and sights, maybe even an opportunity to get out and try a new restaurant or perhaps hit up one of the same old haunts... These days, Friday means much, much more, Conor. Friday now holds the promise of more time with you through the weekend! Perhaps a bottle at 5:30am with a morning coffee and a review of the news on my handheld while you drift back to sleep in my lap. And perhaps a bit later in the morning I'll nod back off myself with you lying on my chest. I'll tell you, Son, it damn sure beats work. Being with you is a gift that never gets old.

Today was especially good, Conor. It was a balmy 80 degrees - again a rarity for March. Friday's are typically pretty casual in an office environment so when the perfect storm of warm and sunny weather on a Friday filled with the promise of the weekend comes along, you can bet I'm gonna throw on some jeans and boots, fire up my Harley, and make my day that much better. So that's what I did. My ride to work is about 40 minutes which, for me, is not quite the ride I LOVE, but I'll take it. Surely I enjoy a much longer ride -it's where I do my best thinking- but these days long rides aren't on the menu. So like I said, I'll take what I can get. Anyhow, riding to work this morning, to Falls Church City to meet friends for lunch, and then riding home to see your smiling face? Well let's just say I could have done worse!

Once home I cleaned up and agreed to take Mommy and MeMeow out to dinner to enjoy a bit more of the fine weather, so we all sat on the porch at Uncle Julio's and enjoyed margaritas and good Mexican food. We'll call it the cheery on top. But to make the evening even better, our good friends Jaime and Mike, and their kids Hayden and Keegan, came to visit on the patio! It turned into several hours of good cocktails and better conversation. A pretty good Friday indeed...

That's all for tonight good Sir Lion Heart. It was fun to get you out and about in this great weather, and now it's time for you to rest up.

'Cuz like I said, I'll be feeding you to the sunrise come morning... And I can't wait.

I love you, Boy'O.
-Dad

A Better Day and Night

Day 100:

Wow Conor... 100 days. It's true what they say, time really flies when you're having fun! Or when you have a baby... Synonymous I suppose. Still, you're a joy, Boy'O. And each moment spent with you is a moment not only unlike any other, but unlike any I ever expected. Last night I managed to get to sleep at a reasonable hour (11:30pm - reasonable for an old night owl like me) and at 4:30am when you started to fuss I was all to happy to jump up and get your bottle.

By the time I'd heated the bottle and made it back to your room, you were wide awake. Eyes as big as saucers and not making a sound. I assumed somebody told you about last night's blogpost and you were bound and determined to prove your old-man wrong. Well, I thought it fantastic; your being wide awake and as calm as a forgiven soul. I changed you, laid you in my lap, fed you your bottle, and drifted into my subconscious - as I so often do.

In this case I remember thinking about what it would be like if you were BMX racer, or maybe a motocross kid?! When I was a boy I loved nothing more than riding my bike. When I was old enough to reach the throttle on a motocross bike, that was my purest thrill! And I was fearless, Son. Maybe to a fault. Though I never raced. I never competed with my great love. And I sat there wondering what it might sound like to hear your name at the starting gate...
"Wearing the number 34, all the way from Fairfax, Virginia- Conor "The Lion Heart" Yerkes!!!!" to a thunderous applause from the grandstands barely audible over the cracking of the two-stroke motors! What a thrill!!!

Yeah so, it's a dream, Son. I've no expectation of you to become the next Ricky Carmichael or Travis Pastrana. But I thought to myself - what if my Son WANTS to race motocross? Well, of course I'd support it! And I'd teach you all I know. But the courage and the daring would come from you. And danger be damned, I'd support you... Then again, if you told me you wanted to be the World's best basket weaver, I'd support you there, too.

Overall, today was a restful and peaceful day for you, Boy'O. Good to see that you, like the rest of us, have your good days and bad days... It's all apart of this thing called life, Son. And to be sure, it's all worth it.

I love you.
-Dad

The Fussy Boy

Day 99:

Well Conor, I'm starting to take it personally... It seems each night when I get home between 6:30pm and 7:30pm, all you want to do is cry... And especially when I hold you! That's a bit of a drag, albeit a temporary one (I hope). Your mother seems to be adeptly prepared to take you on and calm you down with a quick bounce and a soft song, and no surprise at all, she clearly picked that up from her Mom, your MeMeow, because MeMeow can do it too! Me? No sir... It's fuss, cry, cry, fuss, unless I stuff a bottle in your mouth or pass you off to the A-gamers.

I don't REALLY take it personally, but to be sure I can't wait 'til you're through this faze of your infancy. So many people tell me I should cherish these moments, and to some degree I do! Most of them anyway... But I'm a fixer, Conor. I'm ever concerned about everyone around me and their well being; how they're doing, how they're feeling. Personally I believe that's why I did so well as a bartender! No glass sat empty on my watch, Boy'O!

eh'hem, where was I? Ah yes, "fixer"...
It's (often unfortunately) in my nature to want to make any situation better, Conor. And in most cases I'm readily able to do so; I fancy myself witty, humorous, all to happy to share an anecdote, and Johnny on the spot with a cocktail. But when it comes to a crying baby boy, I've met my match...

It's not all bad, Son, I don't mean to complain. But I can't stand to hear you cry. The Lion Heart is a growing baby boy and these are the dues that must be paid, though certainly there's no amount of pain you'll ever endure that I wouldn't take head on for myself, just so you wouldn't hurt. And in this case I recognize it's not necessarily 'pain' you're feeling, but to be sure I'd swallow that which causes your tears if it meant your peace and comfort. And I'd like to think any parent would.

Anyway, rambling. You'll stop crying unconsolably soon enough and this will all be a distant memory. Though in the mean time I'm ready to do whatever's necessary to take it all away -count on me. Now and always...

I love you, Son.
-Dad

Adjusting to the Ever Growing Lion Heart

Day 98:

A bit more crying than usual last night and today, Son. I imagine that's a result of both hunger and growing pains but hey, comes with the territory I suppose. Still, once you're down you tend to stay down for a solid six hours or, "sleeping through the night" as it's more commonly referred.

MeMeow has been taking wonderful care of you, Son. She sends pictures each day when you're awake and learning. Gives reports when returning home to let us know when you fed, when you slept, when you were changed... It's been a wonderful blessing to have her here to help Mommy and Me in transitioning back to work and we couldn't be more thankful.

In other news, your Uncle Justin was in the neighborhood because he's doing work for our neighbor, Jodi. When he was done with his job he stopped over just in time to see you both wake up, and cry uncontrollably! But Uncle Justin is a brave man and was more than willing to take you on in a bid to get you to stop crying - and he did. Unc J the baby Whisperer. Who'd a thunk it?

Once again, it's all about the love, Boy'O. And to be sure you're getting plenty of it. Maybe someday that helps with the growing pains...

I love you, Son.
-Dad

Growing Pains

Day 97:

It's amazing really, Boy'O, watching you grow... This evening I came home with a rack of things to do around the house in preparation for the maids coming in tomorrow. It was frantic. I walked in, set my case down, said hi to you, your Mom, and MeMeow, changed clothes, then got to it... And that went so far as killing breakers and changing out old and worn power outlets! I mean to tell you, Son, I was BUSY!

I finally saw a break in the action and my timing was perfect - you were just starting to fuss. My opportunity to swing in and sweep you away; hold you tight and sing silly songs to you in exchange for silence. I brought you upstairs all the while singing an old tune and laid you on your changing table... I had to take a step back!

I'm not sure if I haven't been paying attention, Son, but the Lion Hearted preemie is a preemie no more! Though of course, ever the Lion Heart. Never the less, I had to stand away from the changing table to have a look at my little three and a half month old boy! You filled up the ENTIRE changing table!

Why is that relevant? When you came into this house you were little more than the size of a football, Boy'O! 4 lbs. 11 oz and 17 inches long... I could LITERALLY hold you in the palm of my hand; your entire back and neck fitting cosily in my grip... Now? Well now I almost need two hands to cradle you! And it's as though I somehow missed it! I honestly couldn't believe how big you were, Son. And I'm so proud. So, so proud.

There are an immeasurable number of things we're going to do in this World, Conor. Including travel it and by a number of means. Car, truck, motorcycle, boat, airplane, train... And each moment you grow a little bigger is a moment my anticipation grows a little greater.

You're amazing, Conor An Chroí Lion. And I love you, Son.
-Dad

A Break in the Action

Day 96:

Well Conor, today was a pretty nice day weather wise and, with Mommy and MeMeow in errand mode with you in tow, I took the day to meet up with my Motorcycle Club, the Boozefighters. We do a memorial run each year around this time for a man who was taken long before his time. His name was Bill Oram...

In truth it's kinda like a mini pub crawl... The guys get together in remembrance, share a pint or two at the first bar- Red Rocks Tequila Bar in Centreville, then fire up the bikes to head to the second bar, and one of my very favorites- The Old Brogue in Great Falls, VA. After yesterday I couldn't do much more than muster a Jamison on the rocks and even that was tough to get down... Still, I managed and was right as rain after.

When the event concluded I took my top-secret super-stealth back roads to get home under sunny skies and a cool breeze... Riding in a tee-shirt in March? Unheard of. Yet, that's what was happenin'!

When I got home I set to working on the old plum tree outside, Boy'O. It needed some trimming, like 15 feet of trimming, so I set after it with an electric saw, a hand saw, and some good old fashioned power. Now and again it feels good to work things out while snapping tree limps across your knee and and folding them in half with your bare hands... Though after I showered I realized how much more work I need on my arms and chest - Boy am I sore!

Meanwhile Mommy came home with you and MeMeow and I swear I could hear you screaming up the block! You were HUNGRY, Buddy! After all that shopping, who wouldn't be? (though I know you wished you were here to get all manly snapping tree limbs with your Pops). Given my druthers, Son... If the choice comes down to walking across hot coals with a miniature baby mule on my back vs. going shopping? Ring up Juan Carlos and get that borough on my back, Boy'O.

Though now, after a hard day of shopping, the Lion Heart rests peaceful in his crib... And I'm right behind you, Son.

All the love this life can bring, Conor...
-Dad

A day with the Paddys...

Conor with his Unc Nigel

Day 95:

Short and sweet today, Boy'O. Your Mom and me packed up nd headed out west to Upperville with MeMeow and our good friend Nigel. We spent WAY to much time on that patio listening to the magnificent Irish fiddles and guitars, drinking the day away... Lovely St Patrick's day.

I brought you up to see the band and they announced you as though you were royalty... "Conor Daniel, everybody!" to thunderous applause! Dressed in shamrocks and clovers, blue eyes open, red hair shining, you today were the prodigal son, Lion Heart. They knew you and you them... And they celebrated in both yours and St Patrick's name.

That's all, Son. Daddy's beat. I love you, and Erin go Bragh!
-Dad

The Eve of a Great Day

Day 94:

You know Conor, the Irish are a great many things to a great many people in this country. It's the Irish who in large part turned the tide of American Civil War. It's the Irish who made up the majority of the established police and fire brigades in the major metropolitan cities after the war.

Despite that, at one time the Irish were viewed as the scourge of the United States; fleeing their small Atlantic island by the thousand in hopes of finding a better, more hospitable place to live and work. They were considered to be the paupers of the free world, consuming the low wage jobs as quickly as they could simply to sustain themselves and their families.

Enduring through those tough times was born a quality of people unlike any other. And where it was once shameful curse to carry with you a surname beginning in 'O' or 'Mc' or so many other of the old Gaelic names, it's now a badge of honor and raging pride. My mother's mother, your Great Grandmother, was a Gallagher. Her Mother was a Shaw. My Father's mother was a McGraw. Mommy's natural surname is Dougherty. All quite Irish to say the least. But fewer and fewer Americans are of pure Irish heritage, as are most people in America. The Melting Pot, indeed. Still, my Grandmother would never let us forget where our family comes from. In fact, everything in her cozy row-house just outside Philadelphia was green, white, and orange. From the green carpet to the orange table settings to the white marble coffee and end tables, my Mom-Mom was "Erín go Bragh!" to the end! And given your name and the story behind it, I want you to one day feel that same pride, Son. The same pride that I feel for the heritage I so identify with.

It's important to love your country, Conor. In fact I believe it's one of the most important things in your life; knowing the nation that affords you the opportunity to live the way you do. And to be absolutely sure there is no country in the World greater than the United States, Son, but much of the blood in your veins is Irish blood, Boy'O. And our family has seen everything from noble farmers to Congressional Medal of Honor winners like Francis Xavier McGraw. Be proud, Conor an Chroí Lion...

Tomorrow is St Patrick's Day. A day to celebrate Irish heritage. A day to remember who we are. A day to share a few pints, sing a few songs, and smile as only the Irish can. When Irish Eyes are Smiling (my Grandmother's favorite song, just before "Danny Boy"), we're all a bit better, aren't we?

I love you, Conor Daniel. Erin go Bragh, Boy 'O! Slaínte!!!
-Dad

A Day of Peace with MeMeow

Day 93:

Today was a good day, Son. Beautiful weather, birds chirping, trees are blooming... The smell of Spring is thick in the air. And oh yeah, you slept 6 hours last night! Talk about a surprise?! It was certainly good (for me) to start the day with a solid 5.5 hours of sleep behind me... You see Boy'O, I'm a bit of a night owl and so I seldom sleep before midnight. So naturally that makes me eligible for your midnight bottle. Last night's bottle went down smooth and easy and when I placed you back in your crib you were like a limp noodle... 6 hours later - still sleeping! Mommy went to bed a bit earlier - typically 10:00pm or so. So without her having to wake up at 3:00am to feed and change you, she benefitted from your heavy slumber as much as you did!

The whole "schedule" thing has been established since we came home from the NICU, and all forbid if we deviate from the Lion Heart's schedule! But you're coming into your own day by day and developing a few habits of your own. A good sleep habit is a sound foundation for a happy young lad, and that you'll be, Son. I promise.

Otherwise, it was just another day as the Father of the Lion Heart. Mommy had a busy work day, I was pulled in a 100 directions at work too, MeMeow took wonderful care of you, the dogs didn't screw anything up... All in all, it was an uneventful and peaceful day... And sometimes, that's all anyone can ask for.

Sleep tight, Boy'O. I love you.
-Dad

Finding Care for the Lion Heart

Day 92:

Today was a day long anticipated day, Conor. Today would be the day Mommy and me would meet with who'll care for you while we resume our professional duties full time... In fact, the woman who'll care for you is quite intriguing. The daycare is based in Vienna, VA; just on my way to work, so where convenience is concerned we hit the mark. But of the 401 factors that go into selecting child care for our only Son, convenience is the four-hundred-and-first. Having said that, she's a Filipino woman married to a Mexican man who's been in the business of child care her entire adult life. She speaks fluent Spanish, Filipino, sign language, and of course, English. After an hour long conversation about the care you'll be receiving and in the company of how many children (no more than 12 - all under the age of 2.5), hours of operation and work habits, feeding schedules, play times, and parental expectations, a decision was made! Mrs. Zeny would be your caregiver as well as your 1st teacher. I'm very much looking forward to building upon the multilingual foundation she can provide for you at such an early age. And sure, I know a fair bit of Spanish and could get by were I in any Spanish speaking situation, but I don't know a lick of Tagalog, so there may be a Rosetta Stone purchase in my future!

To be sure the first trip to the daycare of the Lion Heart will be difficult, though as I've said before- all things work out exactly as they're supposed to and I do believe this experience will be no different. Again, for any parents reading this you're probably thinking "Oh give it a rest already! It's only daycare!" and that may be true, but think of the first time you dropped your kid off with somebody who's licensed, bonded, and insured, but NOT a family member! It's kinda heavy!

Never the less, I believe you'll be in good hands, Boy'O. I have to believe. Mommy too... And without question, you'll show them a thing or two also. You're Conor an chroí Lion after all...

That's all for tonight, Kiddo.
I love you more and more every minute of every day.
-Dad

Making the Switch

Day 91:

Today was just another busy work day for me, Conor. The only real abnormality in the day was that it's March 12th and a balmy 80 degrees in the DC area - an anomaly to say the least! Otherwise, it was a Tuesday. Meh...

Not so for Mommy. No sir. Mommy was back to work full time today and to be sure, she was more than a little melancholy about it. But, I suppose the day was busy enough that she was so occupied it took her through the business at hand in a series of meetings and consults, and the next thing she knew she was headed home to see you... I never heard a word from her or your Grandma MeMeow, so I guess everyone was just fine in their respective places!

We're so fortunate that Grandma MeMeow (whom I will now only ever refer to as 'MeMeow') is willing to spend the month with you, Son. It imparts a great piece of mind in so far as your personal care at such a young age. Though soon enough it's off to Day Care - a subject that's been researched and considered ad-nauseum in this house. I've every faith everything will work out, Boy'O. It's been my experience that, no matter how much I worry about it, it always turns out exactly the way it was supposed to in the end. I'm quite sure you'll be in fine hands when we eventually succumb to the rules of a more typical dual income household in Northern Virginia. Working parents, day care, your socialization, stories from your teachers and caregivers of the small triumphs throughout the day... In this World I suppose that's simply the norm. And don't get me wrong, I'm thankful to have the opportunity to come home to you each day. Mommy too. There are thousands of Men and Women who sacrifice far more in servitude of our country, Boy'O. Though without question, any mother or father whose ever loved their child hates to be away from them... Especially so young.

I digress...

Well Son, it's late in the evening and I'm going to work on a thing or two more before retiring. Just know, even when Mommy and me aren't around because we're working or managing some other engagement, you're at the forefront of all our thoughts. As is any good parent's child. And without question that's all I strive to be in this life, Son... A good parent, no a GREAT parent to the Lion Heart.

I love you, Son.
-Dad

A Day of Rest

Day 90:

Today was a day of fond farewells, Son. All those who'd travelled to see you over the weekend were shoving off- either early this morning or later in the afternoon. Your Pop Pop and MiMi came in to Fairfax to meet us for lunch... Me, you, Mommy, Memeow, Billy, Ellie, and of course your little Cousin, Kinsley joined them for some great Mexican food complete with Margaritas - perfect for such a sunny and warm March Day! Though the lunch was bitter sweet in that after a nice lunch on such a beautiful day, we bid farewell to Pop Pop and MiMi as they headed back West before their journey to Louisville and Arkansas.

Sadly tomorrow me and Mommy BOTH go back to work. This is something your Mother is struggling with, Son. She's not at all ready to leave you for the day. But fortunately her Mom- your Grandma Memeow- will be staying with you for the next month before we start the whole Nanny / Day Care thing... So for now, we're going to enjoy one more night with Uncle Billy and Aunt Ellie and your little Cousin Kinsley and then get up tomorrow and start back to work...

So it was a fun and exciting weekend for you, Son. So many people and so much fun! Though without question Conor the Lion Heart becoming Conor the Blessed Boy was as memorable as anything I've known. And it was just the 1st of many great celebrations will have both with you and for you...

That's all for today, Son. Taking it easy and enjoying the day is taking it out of me!
I love you
-Dad

Blessed By God

Day 89:

Today was such a very special day, Conor. Today you were baptized by the Catholic Church in front of almost 50 family members and dear friends. It was so amazing Conor. Your Godparents, Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Paul, stood with me, you, and Mommy in front of a congregation of people - all of them praying for you and the other little ones born in to the eyes of Christ.

I couldn't have special ordered a more perfect day, Son. 60 degrees and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Wonderful people gathered in a beautiful place. A dinner to follow including those eager hands who would hold you at every turn. You're so loved, Conor. My hope for you in this life is that you experience this love now and always, and even more. There are a great many people who would answer the call for you, Son. And it makes me so proud. It makes me proud in what that says about me and Mommy, and it makes me proud in that they truly believe in the Lion Heart. They hold you in their hearts and would live for you unafraid. It's a powerful thing to witness first hand, and certainly - should you one day have little guys of your own - you'll get it. Truly.

This morning was as good as it gets also, Son! Your cousin Kinsley, Uncle Billy, and Aunt Ellie bring so much life and vibrance into this house, Boy'O! Ms. Kinsley is smitten with you and willing to do anything to help. She would fetch your bottle, fix your blanket, help with making sure you're comfortable, and even hold you close to calm you, Son. It's quite a thing to see your little Cousin hold love on you... It's a love none of us have ever known... A love between the children of siblings. Yet another experience for me to write about. As if I needed an excuse to write to you!

I love you, Son.
-Dad

The Party is Coming to You...

Day 88:

Well Boy'O, they're all here. Family from all over the country! They're here to meet you, see you, adore you, and celebrate your Baptism. Arkansas, Louisiana, Tennessee, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Kentucky, Delaware, and of course, South Carolina!! Seemingly EVERYWHERE! And all for you, Boy'O.

It was a team effort today son. Your Aunt Dar Dar and Grandma MeMeow did the flowers, your Aunt Mag was doing the hemming on your Christening outfit, Mommy was running around getting everything together, and I was running errands. It was a busy day. Though a busy day that culminated with everybody, on the order of 35 family members, getting together to have cocktails and talk about old times... Family is be amazing, Son. Family doesn't dissuade feelings for those within it. Family doesn't judge, though they hold opinions and aren't afraid to tell you what they are. And though I've not really identified much with my extended family in the last 20 or so years, to be sure they've always been apart of my life. Though since I've been an adult it's all been so much at a distance... Even my Brother and Sister who've moved 9 hours away. It doesn't change the way I feel about any of them, but it certainly changed my perspective on the closeness of family... That is until there's a baby in the mix. Nothing brings a family together like a baby, Son. Nothing brings family together like the Lion Heart.

The night is winding down and you're sound asleep, Boy'O. It was the worlds best game of "Pass the Baby" for a while there... You must have wound up in 20 different people's arms tonight, Son. And they all find you as beautiful as the setting sun and the rising moon. A moon that, on this night, is as spectacular as any.

Tomorrow's your Christening. The blessing of an croí Lion... The grace of God bestowed unto my Son... And I can't wait.

I love you, Conor.
-Dad

Here they come!

Day 87:

Here they come, Conor! The adoring fans of the Lion Heart are showing up 2 by 2. First up, long time family friends of Mommy's, now some of my dearest friends in the world, Scotty and Darlene Dudley. The Dudley's breezed into town from Beaufort, SC this evening with gifts in tow. There are stories I will one day tell you of the great adventures me and your Uncle Scotty have shared, Son... You will know his name, as you will know many family names, but there's a special connection between me and your Uncle Scotty. We've shared adventures the likes of those who many in this life will never know, and to be sure there are more to come.

As Scotty and Darlene walked in the door they came poised to win the Lion Heart Sweepstakes! The Dudley's walked into the house with a life size stuffed Lion that actually opens up in to a huge pillow blanket for your play time! I couldn't believe it, Conor. It was truly such a sweet gesture. The recognition of the character of your soul. Who you are. A fighter with the Heart of a Lion. I'm so proud to call you my Son, Boy'O. And as much as you're your Mother's son, when the Lion Heart came to be it was my heart I considered being that which powers your own heart. A preemie boy with the heart of a lion. My Son with a heart as strong as my own. The height of all my pride. And your Mother's too.

In other news, you had another appointment with you Pediatrician today and guess what?? 8 lbs 6 oz.!!! You're growing leaps and BOUNDS Son! The Doctors, the nurses, they're all SO impressed with you! And when I think about the number of children they must see - on the order of a hundred per week - whenever Mommy takes you to see Dr. Banta, she and the other Nurses are so interested in keeping up with your progress that they will literally stop what they're doing to come by and visit you. It's truly remarkable how you win the hearts and minds of those whom you've never shared a word with. Because they see you as I see you. As Mommy sees you. As your Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Godparents, and true friends see you. They see you as the adorable boy who fights the odds. The Lion Heart. Conor an croí Lion...

I love you, Son. You're truly awesome. And it only keeps getting better.
-Dad

Guess who's back?

Day 86:

Another fun day for you today, Conor. Mommy had to go to the office for a bit and so she brought you with her. To be sure Mommy's office isn't a massive space, but it's an area for professionals who are in the prime of their careers, passionate about what they do, and who hold Mommy in very high regard. Knowing you were coming in today they created a huge makeshift sign to hang above their printer in the copy room to welcome you; the newest member of Mommy's business - TeamCatapult. Very exciting for you! You met all your Mother's workmates, enjoyed a bottle, and then back home you came.

As if that wasn't enough excitement for the day, your Grandma Memeow and Grandpa K9 came back to town! Yes sir, your Christening is this Sunday and today began the welcoming of your adoring public, Boy'O... As mentioned previously, friends and family are coming into town from all over the country. South Carolina, Tennessee, Arkansas, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland... So good, Son... Nothing like a baby to bring family together!

That's all for tonight, Son. But just know, I love you to the Moon and back... And that's a long way, Boy'O. A long, long way. Though maybe not for the Lion Heart.

Love-
Dad

Shopaholic...

Day 85:

Mommy's taking full advantage of her last week leading into her going back to work; a bittersweet occasion to be sure. Bitter in the sense she's leaving you for the day, sweet from the standpoint that the only thing she loves more than the art of the deal, is you... For me, work is work. It's what I do because it's what I have to do in order to make a living and enjoy this lifestyle, and now, ensure you never want for anything. And modestly I happen to be very good at what I do, but I don't LOVE it. Conversely, Mommy's passion is in her work... And the busier the better. I don't think Mommy ever realized she could ever take more pride in anything than the results she produces before welcoming you.

Anyhow, Mommy took advantage of the great weather (60s and sunny) and the fact that, aside from a few phone calls, she didn't have much else to do, so she decided to pack you up and take you shopping at the Leesburg Outlet Mall. It's an outdoor mall with plenty of sunshine and so perfect to walk you around in... And you would think that would be enough, but NO! After a brief stint at home while waiting for me to arrive, we packed you up and went to ANOTHER mall! This time, Fair Oaks Mall. After some walking, some exchanging, and some shopping, we stopped off for a bite to eat, then got you home. A long day of shopping! And now we hope a long night of sleeping.

Speaking of sleep, I'm off, Boy'O. Just thinking about all that shopping has worn me out! But never the Lion Heart. No, never you.

I love you-
Dad

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Day 84:

Big day today, Boy'O. You had your first appointment with the Developmental Specialist at Arlington Hospital since being discharged on January 2nd. And let me tell you, the news was good! Your Doctor was very pleased with your progress and even how you're advancing to surpass expectations! She talked about your eyes being able to follow objects, how you're visibly soothing yourself, your hands being relaxed (this was new to me also, Son) indicating you're comfortable with your surroundings... Mommy had to explain this one to me, though after she did it made sense... Turns out infants are more likely than not to keep their hands clenched into fists and up around their head and neck giving them a sense of protection as they're unaware of their surroundings and who's handling them. In your case the Doctor noted how your hands are more generally relaxed, not clenched in fists, and even welcoming. All this indicates your growing comfort level as you mature. It seems many babies will do this well into their third month (past full gestational age). But not you! Looks as though the Lion Heart is a chip off the old block(s) in that you're already becoming quite the social butterfly!

The only concern mentioned had to do with the way you tend to favor turning your head to the right. Rather, not being in balance with turning it toward the left. The supposed reason for this has been explained as likely how you would lay in your isolette, constantly facing the right. Looks as though that's carried over. So it's our job to be sure you're focussed on keeping that big ole' noggin' of yours to the left for a bit for both familiarity and to even you out. Not all that daunting a challenge... Certainly not for Conor the Lion Heart. Not for my Conor an croí Lion...

After your appointment Mommy had you out and about and all over NoVA, so by the time you got home, you were spent, Boy'O... Nothing a little nap couldn't fix. And when I came home from work, the picture above is what I saw. That's about as sweet to come home to as anything I can imagine, Son.

Goodnight, Conor. Sleep tight, Buddy. I love you.
-Dad

The Gaelic of "Conor" - "Lover of Hounds"

Day 83:

Your name is very special to both Mommy and me, Son. For a very long time we'd both had names in mind should we be blessed enough to have a child; a name for a boy and a name for a girl. And to be sure those names had been subject to some debate with friends and family, though also of course with each other. Still, we'd thought it would have been a given should the news ever come. What's more we never found out whether you would be a boy or a girl throughout Mommy's pregnancy; information we could have had simply for the asking... But we didn't want to know. We wanted to live through the mystery and make the decision on the day you were born. We wanted to 'know' what your name would be when we heard those magic words - in your case - "it's a boy!"

But given all the consideration of what's in a name, that was all before we'd visited Ireland and traversed one of the most magnificent mountain roads maybe anywhere in the World, Conor Pass. I personally fell in love with the name, both for having seen what we'd seen and also in that it was a proper, traditional, old Irish name. And after a brief discussion it wouldn't take much convincing for Mommy to fall in love with the name also... We knew, if we had a boy (and we did!) that boy's name would be none other than "Conor Daniel Yerkes". But moreover, after we'd decided on the name we began to learn all these magnificent facts about the origin of the name, the history of the name, and the meaning of the name...

Turns out the name "Conor", which has seen many spellings and is born from the old Gaelic, Conchobhar; the name of an ancient Irish High King of Conaire Mór. The name's meaning? "Lover of Hounds". Again, we learned this information after we'd decided that would be your name, and ironically we were already a household of two wonderful, loving dogs, Bruiser and Mickie. What's more, I've been the proud parent of the unconditional brand of love only a dog can give for more than 20 years... Alas, you didn't have the chance to meet my first lovely girl, Jazz, but rest assured I'll tell you all about her one day... Anyhow, there's not much either Mommy or me can understand about what you'll love in your life, but to be sure you'll spend the better part of your adolescent and teen life in the company of hounds. And I've no doubt you will love them as they love you. All you have to do is look at the picture in this post, Conor.

Conor the Lion Heart. Conor the Lover of Hounds. Conor, you'll be blessed to know just how much your dogs will love you. No matter how hard you tug on their ears...

Me, Mommy, and Bruiser and Mickie all love you, Boy'O.
-Dad

Conor the Lion Heart Gets to Work

Day 82:

It's a busy week for us all, Son. You're no exception... The upcoming weekend holds several days full of family from literally all over the country! Yes Boy'O the upcoming weekend is your Christening weekend, and in my birth city of Washington DC, too! So of course, with this much family coming to town there are so many things to do to get your house in order, Conor. Today was a day of fixing doors, replacing old door knobs, cleaning the garage (a daunting task to be sure), doing yard work, running errands... Ugh! And it's STILL not all done! No matter, you were there every step of the way, Bud. One way or another...

In other news, day by day you're getting more and more active in what you see, your coordination, and your efforts to hold yourself upright... It's so much fun to watch you, literally before my eyes, do new and exciting things every single day! And I've no doubt those reading this blog who've had children kinda smirk and think, "Shane, it only gets better!!" and to that I say, "I believe you!", but in those times it's really hard for me to wrap my head around anything being better than where you are right now... And yet each day you impress me more! There is no prouder man on Earth than the Father of the Lion Heart, Son. I promise you that.

Love you, Conor. Always.
-Dad

The Splendid Day for the Lion Heart

Day 81:

Today was a great and busy day, Conor. It was a day of family, being outside in the great wide open, and to top it off, we watched one of the best movies I've truly ever seen... Let's start with family...

Your not-so-little cousins, Liam and Devin, turned one year old a few days ago and so the local family all got together to enjoy one another's company, have a bite to eat, and of course help the boys blow out their candles. It was the first time you'd been around a lot of small children, Conor, and I have to say, you handled it with great poise (for a three month old!)... it was so fun to see Natasha and Brianna, Tess, Liam and Devin, and others. And as important as it is for you to meet all your great cousins, it's doubly important for me to not miss this birthday because one of your cousins, Devin, is my Godson! All in all it was a great time with family - a blessing I appreciate more and more as my teeth grow ever slightly longer...

Well, when we left the house it was a yucky day, Boy'O. Cool, rainy, and a bit windy... But by the time we left Patsy and Paul's house, it was a fine almost-like-Spring day! Sunshine and temperatures in the 60's... Driving the scenic route through my favorite Virginia town of Clifton, Mommy and me decided to stop at one of our favorite wineries and sit outside to enjoy the day with you. To be sure it was a bit comical... We weren't all that prepared to sit outside with you when we left the house so we had to basically dress you for cooler weather in the wide open and it was quite the calamity! Mommy and I laughed as onlookers questioned whatever in the world we must have been doing to the poor crying baby... Little did they know they were in the presence of the Lion Heart... Anyway, after a few minutes we got you all sorted out and hardly spoke a word as we sat and enjoyed the wonderful March weather while enjoying a glass of Viognier. A fine afternoon...

When we finally arrived home it was time to take it easy and spend the rest of the day / night not doing much of anything; a luxury to be sure these days. While Mommy worked steady on her computer all the while holding you on her chest, I decided I wanted to see a movie... I went to my Apple TV and selected "Hugo" by Director, Martin Scorsese. While Scorsese is now, and has been, one of my very favorite Directors, his style of movie borders on the wicked at times... Crime thrillers and action flicks, period pieces and big fables, but without question, my new favorite Scorsese movie is "Hugo". Conor, I'm a movie fanatic. Of the things I like to do for personal entertainment at home, it's write, read, and watch movies. And during football season, I watch the Redskins but that's closer to a disease than a hobby - one that I could be committed for, but I digress... Few movies impact me on an emotional level, Boy'O, but this story, "Hugo" was one of the greatest flicks I've ever seen. From the artistry and set design to the story and brilliant actors and direction, it had everything... A dreamers delight. It was so good, I decided to write about it in this post! A rarity for certain...

Now Son, it's off to bed. I just can't keep my eyes open much longer. But I suspect I'll have sweet dreams with such a great film fresh in my mind, imagining what you'd be like as the lead character. And that's not a bad way to sleep, Boy.

I love you, Conor. Forever and always. And always remember my Son, 'tis the dreamer who gets the most out of this life. Because to a dreamer, anything is possible.
-Dad

A Most Special Day...

Day 80:

Today is a most special day, Conor. Today is Mommy's Birthday! To celebrate, you and I collaborated and decided that maybe it be nice to send her flowers with a card from you telling her how much you loved her... It was a great idea because she loved them! But more than flowers the best part of Mommy's day was your first great big smile! And she caught it on video no less!

That was quite the treat I'll say. As I was sitting in traffic in Vienna my iPhone lit up on a big distro that Mommy sent out to show off your happy and smiling mug. It certainly made my day! And then, after a long day's work you and I decided to take Mommy out to one of her favorite restaurants in the DC area, 2941 Restaurant. We met Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Paul and, as expected, you were a perfect angel. We'll see how long that lasts...

Anyhow, there's not much else to say my Little Lion Heart... It was a big day for Mommy, and you showed up big... Bigger than big. HUGE! To give your Mother the best Birthday present ever... Your smiling face.

I love you, Son. For me, you make my everyday...
-Dad

Conor Gets His 1st Sitter

Day 79:

Well Boy'O, as we enter March Mommy and me continue to press back into the lives we knew before you. Things you don't yet know about us, and things that will undoubtedly change as you grow, is our work schedules... Your Mother and I have made our livings working some extraoridnarily long hours over the years; especially your Mother. This approach to our lives served us well for almost 12 years... But now? Well, let's just say there are more important things now...

Anyhow, with all this in mind Mommy took a meeting today with a large and influential would-be partner; something to reacquaint her with her love of work... And Son, I'm pleased to report the meeting went great! Looks like Mommy's going to seal the partnership in the coming days, and just in time for her to go back to work full time in the next week and a half.

Still, that meeting doesn't happen if we can't get a sitter for you, Boy'O. And your great Aunt Helene was all to happy to come and take over duties for a few hours! She came to the house this morning with your little cousin, Tess, and the two of them sat and played with you what seemed like all day! It was very sweet for Aunt Helene to come all the way out to Fairfax from Front Royal... But the Lion Heart is beloved, Son. And for them it was worth the journey.

Thanks Aunt Helene and Tess! We love you guys so much...

And I love you, Boy'O. Always.
-Dad