Here is the link to all of Jackson's photos:
http://www.lifetimeinfocus.com/lif2/gallery/index.php?photog_filter=d20e5bae367b515bc284f0372e7e31ba
Click on The Graff Family and the code is "jaxjax"...
If you want a photo of the little guy, we purchased all of the digital files, so no need for anyone to purchase them on here.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Professional photos
Our photographer has posted some photos on her blog.
http://abbygrayphotography.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-jax.html
She'll continue to post, so you might have to scroll down to find the "Baby Jax" section. We'll send all of the photos once she gets them to us.
And yes - the couch that she fell off to possibly break her elbow was the Graff couch!
http://abbygrayphotography.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-jax.html
She'll continue to post, so you might have to scroll down to find the "Baby Jax" section. We'll send all of the photos once she gets them to us.
And yes - the couch that she fell off to possibly break her elbow was the Graff couch!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Visitors from the valley...
Jax's Great Aunt & Uncle made a special pit stop on their way from Monte Vista to Minnesota to spend a couple hours with Jax. As with most parents, they quickly comment on how they have forgotten how small newborns are in the first months.
Great Aunt Deanne:
Great Aunt Deanne:
Great Uncle Thad:
Thad teaching Jax about beer... starting with how to grow the best barley.
Jax hits the bottle
Some singing and a new tub
What puts a newborn to sleep? That's right:
1) plug in your new game (American Idol on the Wii)
2) hold the baby in one hand
3) sing into the mic held in the other
Baby will fall right to sleep. Or, at least that's what Jax does.
(I think it's a bit scary how much I look like my brother in this one)
1) plug in your new game (American Idol on the Wii)
2) hold the baby in one hand
3) sing into the mic held in the other
Baby will fall right to sleep. Or, at least that's what Jax does.
(I think it's a bit scary how much I look like my brother in this one)Eventually, I ran out of songs to sing and I think Brooke's ears couldn't handle it any more (although she was nice and didn't say anything). However -- the X-man definitely loves his karaoke. Let this also serve as a warning that all future visitors to the Graff house may find themselves with a mic shoved in their hand!
Jax's belly button also finally fell off - so we were able to give him a full bath in his handy tub. And yes, of course he pissed on me (and the couch) afterward. Here's a video of him soaking his butt to alleviate some of the diaper rash that he's sporting these days.
Jax's belly button also finally fell off - so we were able to give him a full bath in his handy tub. And yes, of course he pissed on me (and the couch) afterward. Here's a video of him soaking his butt to alleviate some of the diaper rash that he's sporting these days.
Dining Out
Jax was dying to head out and get some Mexican food, so his grandparents took him, Brooke and I to his first restaurant. However, the green chile was a bit hot for him, so he ended up sticking with his traditional fare.
He may have started out in his car seat at the table...
But he didn't last there for long.
It was good to get out as the snow was starting to give us cabin fever...
He may have started out in his car seat at the table...
But he didn't last there for long.
It was good to get out as the snow was starting to give us cabin fever...
Brooke turns 28...
Mom turned 28 on Friday. Originally, I had some grand plans for a big night out with some dancing, etc. Looks like I was a bit ahead of myself. The change of plans ended up working out perfectly as a major snowstorm hit Thursday night through the weekend that brought about 18 inches to the Graff house. The result was a lot of hanging around staring at Jax thinking, "Wow, this is really something."
Wyatt continues to get more comfortable with the little guy. And, in order to beat Jones to the inevitable comment in his best Darryl voice: "Jax, those look like lady gloves." Well, Luke - gloves are unisex until you hit some 1+ age, best I can tell.
Jax got his first pacifier. Aside from only holding in his mouth for 20 second increments - he seems to like it. I cannot speak to whether or not he likes the fact that it nearly covers his nose.
And no, I didn't plan the orange and yellow together... but seeing how good it looks makes me wonder why that fashion combo doesn't get more playing time.
Wyatt continues to get more comfortable with the little guy. And, in order to beat Jones to the inevitable comment in his best Darryl voice: "Jax, those look like lady gloves." Well, Luke - gloves are unisex until you hit some 1+ age, best I can tell.
Jax got his first pacifier. Aside from only holding in his mouth for 20 second increments - he seems to like it. I cannot speak to whether or not he likes the fact that it nearly covers his nose.
And no, I didn't plan the orange and yellow together... but seeing how good it looks makes me wonder why that fashion combo doesn't get more playing time.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
What do you want to be when you grow up?
We figured it was time for Jax to get started on his career goals. Grandma Graff and Brooke brought him by MacKenzie House to meet some folk, eat lunch and hang out for a bit.
Jax showed up deep in sleep. His idiot father decided it would be great if he woke up so people could see his eyes. Jax did not appreciate this plan at all.
Who says you can't be productive at work when you have your newborn son with you?
If I only had four hands, I could hold the little guy and get work done all at the same time.
Jax showed up deep in sleep. His idiot father decided it would be great if he woke up so people could see his eyes. Jax did not appreciate this plan at all.
Who says you can't be productive at work when you have your newborn son with you?
If I only had four hands, I could hold the little guy and get work done all at the same time.
Head size what?
This post may not mean much to most people... but to the Jeff Kay's, Eron Ashley's, Mikey Brown's and Peter Cushman's out there... that have given me 8 years of grief about the size of my head: read it and weep. I know you've proclaimed that my son would have the same "Buffalo Head" as his father. But now you can see that I have only passed on the best of me and let him get the rest of his traits from his mother.
That's right, fellas... head circumference = 13th percentile. If Jax ends up with a similar group of abusive friends as his father... they'll have one less arrow in their quiver.
That's right, fellas... head circumference = 13th percentile. If Jax ends up with a similar group of abusive friends as his father... they'll have one less arrow in their quiver.
First Dr visit
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Jax's first photo shoot
As promised, here are the great photos that Pilar took this weekend with Julie and Brooke's help. This should work as a slideshow. If not, hold the mouse over the photo and that should get it going.
If you'd like to go to the Picasa album: http://picasaweb.google.com/kdgraff/BabyJax9DaysIn?feat=directlink
If you'd like to go to the Picasa album: http://picasaweb.google.com/kdgraff/BabyJax9DaysIn?feat=directlink
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Yet another lady friend comes to visit
Yesterday Jax got to hang out with Ava Terella. You may not be able to tell in these photos - but we think they're pretty enamored with one another. See how Jax is leaning in on this first photo? I think Ava was trying to whisper sweet nothings to him without their respective moms knowing what was going on. She's even giving Brooke and Tara her "stay out of it" look.The other possibility is that she's getting ready to throw a right cross with that balled up first.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter Sunday! Whoopee!
I am Jackson's parietal lobe...
Everyone's been going on and on about this "blog" thing. I was planning to skip blogging and head straight to Facebook and Twitter... but if I have to keep to this 2004 technology, so be it. It's time for the X-man to take the reins and tell it like it is.
Today started out pretty well. Woke up wrapped tightly in my favorite blue man suit (mom calls it a "nightgown" and "sleep sack" -- but I'll stick with dad's terminology for now).
Mom and dad were running around all morning. Dad kept trying to sneak some time in front of the TV to watch golf and baseball, but mom kept him on the straight and narrow. It's good to know who's in charge around here so I can target future pleas accordingly.
About noon, this familiar crew showed up. They all brought lots of food that I'm not allowed to eat (at least not directly) and flash bulbs started flashing as if I was Michael Jordan dunking from the free throw line.
I take the liberty of pooping my pants and shutting my eyes for 45 seconds, and whoa! I wake up wearing some crazy white rabbit outfit. What, you don't believe me on the "crazy" part? Try this on for size... not only did this thing have a clever phrase on the front like most of my shirts... it came with a hat that had a set of rabbit ears on top! Check it out.
Still not buying into "crazy"? Let's just say that if you flipped me over, I had a faux rabbit tail sewn into my butt. Wait, what's that? Oh, we've got a photo of that as well:
I won't even show you the rabbit feet I was rocking.
Told you that was crazy. Now I'm wholly used to being the center of attention, but after the crew sat down for a big meal, they started boiling eggs and turning them colors. Again - I'm not old enough to eat them, let alone search for them under tables or behind couches. What can I do? That's right, pose with them. Check out this beaut' with me laying in a ring of Easter Eggs! Let's keep this one in the family and not show any ladies, deal?
You may think my life is all fun and games, but at some point the pressure to perform gets to me. I still can't hold my neck up, how long do you think I can pose and smile for? Needless to say... I got a bit tired after a while.
I figured if I could fall asleep in a cute enough pose - everyone would let me snooze for a few hours and refresh myself so I can get back into my self-approved schedule of eating, pooping, sleeping and repeating. I was right. Tell me that's not a little man in bliss.
Refreshed and ready to go, the rest of the day really got better every step of the way.
I got lots of kisses,
QT with some of my homies,
and even some presents! I just wish I had more neck and arm control to get my hands on that monster truck.
Whew, what a day! This Easter is fun, but I might try to sleep for more than four hours straight the night before next year's big events. You know what I like to do after a long day? That's right, take a warm bath, soak my itchy butt for a few minutes and lay down for some warm milk. Ahhh... warm water.
After that, it's off to bed with the satisfaction of a day well done.
I heard rumor that dad's headed to work tomorrow. He seems a bit nervous for how things are going to go on the home front without him here. Never fear, though. Mom's got things completely under control. Again, this is pretty basic. Eat, poop, sleep and repeat. Until next time!
Everyone's been going on and on about this "blog" thing. I was planning to skip blogging and head straight to Facebook and Twitter... but if I have to keep to this 2004 technology, so be it. It's time for the X-man to take the reins and tell it like it is.
Today started out pretty well. Woke up wrapped tightly in my favorite blue man suit (mom calls it a "nightgown" and "sleep sack" -- but I'll stick with dad's terminology for now).
Mom and dad were running around all morning. Dad kept trying to sneak some time in front of the TV to watch golf and baseball, but mom kept him on the straight and narrow. It's good to know who's in charge around here so I can target future pleas accordingly.
About noon, this familiar crew showed up. They all brought lots of food that I'm not allowed to eat (at least not directly) and flash bulbs started flashing as if I was Michael Jordan dunking from the free throw line.
I take the liberty of pooping my pants and shutting my eyes for 45 seconds, and whoa! I wake up wearing some crazy white rabbit outfit. What, you don't believe me on the "crazy" part? Try this on for size... not only did this thing have a clever phrase on the front like most of my shirts... it came with a hat that had a set of rabbit ears on top! Check it out.
Still not buying into "crazy"? Let's just say that if you flipped me over, I had a faux rabbit tail sewn into my butt. Wait, what's that? Oh, we've got a photo of that as well:
I won't even show you the rabbit feet I was rocking.
Told you that was crazy. Now I'm wholly used to being the center of attention, but after the crew sat down for a big meal, they started boiling eggs and turning them colors. Again - I'm not old enough to eat them, let alone search for them under tables or behind couches. What can I do? That's right, pose with them. Check out this beaut' with me laying in a ring of Easter Eggs! Let's keep this one in the family and not show any ladies, deal?
You may think my life is all fun and games, but at some point the pressure to perform gets to me. I still can't hold my neck up, how long do you think I can pose and smile for? Needless to say... I got a bit tired after a while.
I figured if I could fall asleep in a cute enough pose - everyone would let me snooze for a few hours and refresh myself so I can get back into my self-approved schedule of eating, pooping, sleeping and repeating. I was right. Tell me that's not a little man in bliss.
Refreshed and ready to go, the rest of the day really got better every step of the way.
I got lots of kisses,
QT with some of my homies,
and even some presents! I just wish I had more neck and arm control to get my hands on that monster truck.
Whew, what a day! This Easter is fun, but I might try to sleep for more than four hours straight the night before next year's big events. You know what I like to do after a long day? That's right, take a warm bath, soak my itchy butt for a few minutes and lay down for some warm milk. Ahhh... warm water.
After that, it's off to bed with the satisfaction of a day well done.
I heard rumor that dad's headed to work tomorrow. He seems a bit nervous for how things are going to go on the home front without him here. Never fear, though. Mom's got things completely under control. Again, this is pretty basic. Eat, poop, sleep and repeat. Until next time!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
"Samantha Cushman Posse" comes by for initiation
Sure, Billy the Kid and Jesse James had their posses; Sam Cushman puts those wimpy cowboys to shame. Sam rode in with Julie, Pilar and Lauren over to check out her new friend this afternoon. Pickel couldn't resist that kind of fun... so he and Lauren picked up lunch and away we went.
Sam currently has 6 months and about 15 pounds on Jackson, so it's crazy to think that they will be in the same grade when they hit the books in 5 years (or at least start eating glue together under non-parent supervision).
Sam was generally not that interested in Jax until we put him in her lap. At that point, Julie had to be close by to block Sam's potential (and patented) tomahawk chop.
Jax (stud that he is), got in a little chest time with each of the ladies. And -- although we don't have a photo of it, Pickel did hold the little guy for at least 2 minutes.
Lauren & Pickel:
Julie:
Pilar:
I continue to avoid Brooke's request to get a Mommy Camera with telephoto lens and many other options that neither Brooke or I would know how to use without a course at the local community college.
Pilar, however, carries her camera like Peter Parker. The ladies (and Wyatt) did an "amateur" shoot for about 25 minutes (we'll post the great photos later). It's probably good that we got Jax some practice time in front of the big lights, as he didn't seem to love it. Although, he did keep from peeing (or worse) all over the women, dog, floor or wall... so we'll chalk this one up as a success.
And then, just because it's so darn cute, I thought I'd throw in one more photo of X-Man sleeping in his X-Wing fighter position. If we don't get this guy a pacifier soon, he might just spite us and start sucking his toes.
Sam currently has 6 months and about 15 pounds on Jackson, so it's crazy to think that they will be in the same grade when they hit the books in 5 years (or at least start eating glue together under non-parent supervision).
Sam was generally not that interested in Jax until we put him in her lap. At that point, Julie had to be close by to block Sam's potential (and patented) tomahawk chop.
Jax (stud that he is), got in a little chest time with each of the ladies. And -- although we don't have a photo of it, Pickel did hold the little guy for at least 2 minutes.
Lauren & Pickel:
Julie:
Pilar:
I continue to avoid Brooke's request to get a Mommy Camera with telephoto lens and many other options that neither Brooke or I would know how to use without a course at the local community college.
Pilar, however, carries her camera like Peter Parker. The ladies (and Wyatt) did an "amateur" shoot for about 25 minutes (we'll post the great photos later). It's probably good that we got Jax some practice time in front of the big lights, as he didn't seem to love it. Although, he did keep from peeing (or worse) all over the women, dog, floor or wall... so we'll chalk this one up as a success.
And then, just because it's so darn cute, I thought I'd throw in one more photo of X-Man sleeping in his X-Wing fighter position. If we don't get this guy a pacifier soon, he might just spite us and start sucking his toes.
Cuney clan gets in on the act
(Great Uncle) Jac, (Great Aunt) Jeanette, (2nd cousins?) Heather and Amy were supposed to be watching/playing in a high school tennis match today. Fortunately (for us) Mother Nature interrupted and they were able to come by and spend some time with Jax and Brooke (and Wyatt, of course).
The Nursery (or "X-Box" if I am asked) also received Aunt Jeanette's approval. As the artistic/design leader of the female Hood entourage -- this is high praise in my book.
The Nursery (or "X-Box" if I am asked) also received Aunt Jeanette's approval. As the artistic/design leader of the female Hood entourage -- this is high praise in my book.
Wide awake...
Jackson continues to be awake for longer and longer. Below are a couple snapshots of the little guy with his eyes open as most seem to be with him sleeping. Another good night of sleep for everyone last night, and Brooke was smart enough to try the music on the bassinet, which might be a goldmine.
Big day today with some friends coming over. Hopefully, some more awake time is in store!
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Big day today with some friends coming over. Hopefully, some more awake time is in store!
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Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Happy Birthday, Jax!
Jax was so excited for his 1 week birthday -- that he slept through the entire celebration. Meghan came over to celebrate the big occasion and spend some time with the big man. I somehow botched the video of she and Brooke singing to him.
OK, in actuality we just realized that he was about to turn 1 week old and stuck a candle in the My Favorite Muffin brought over from some of our great neighbors. Either way, who doesn't love a good reason to celebrate?
Jax spent about 3 hours laying on Meg. The only interruptions from this sleep time were his nearly hourly feeding times. I'm pretty convinced that breast milk is the new PED and this guy is like Barry Bonds in 2003.
OK, in actuality we just realized that he was about to turn 1 week old and stuck a candle in the My Favorite Muffin brought over from some of our great neighbors. Either way, who doesn't love a good reason to celebrate?Jax spent about 3 hours laying on Meg. The only interruptions from this sleep time were his nearly hourly feeding times. I'm pretty convinced that breast milk is the new PED and this guy is like Barry Bonds in 2003.
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