Stacey and Taylor played the perfect hosts for us last weekend at Casa Reese. Kirkham had a blast playing on the soft carpet and watching cartoons with cousin Jack. He slept better than he's ever slept and was a happy camper all day long. Kirkham had his own bedroom with a ceiling fan and private bathroom. Now when he wakes up he just shakes his head in disappointment; no ceiling fan, no private bathroom and I think our carpet gives him a rash. Oh, just wait for summer, tiny Kirkham. Little does he know just how hot it gets upstairs in our home. Right Stacey?
On Saturday we took the kiddos on a hike in Zion. Kirkham is behind me in the backpack and Jack was in the Chariot. Zion is a reverent place and arms must be folded at all times.
Kirkham managed to peek out of his pack when we stopped at the lodge to take a break. Kirkham's halo of hair is shining brightly. We were in Zion after all...
Finally out of his Cordura prison, Kirkham was able to strip down and enjoy some sunshine with Erica. Kirkham is in the 90th percentile for height and 50th for weight, according to his latest visit with the pediatrician. As you can see, he's almost as tall as Erica, all legs.
Erica is a great mom and loves to take small little nibbles out of Kirkham's neck. Stacey is the great photographer who captured this all on film. Taylor was off being a fun dad with Jack. And I was content to just sit there and make Twilight jokes. I'm awesome!
This is Kirkham's windblown look. He doesn't have a lot of hair, but what he does have adds plenty of personality.
Sadly, the only two differences between Kirkham and me are that I rarely grab myself in public and I almost never drool while doing so. The whole looking down at it while doing it is something I still do. And, yes, my toes still curl if I do it just right...