Baby Parada has arrived!

That's right, another baby is among us! Steve and Carrie Parada, of the Fairborn Paradas, had a baby boy on Thursday, September 22nd! His name is Camden Louis Parada, and he was 8 lbs 11 oz, 22 in. Shock black hair and brown eyes. A Brazilian in disguise, I'm sure. Look at him ... posing already. I wonder who he gets that from ...

When I get the time, I will do a baby roundup of all the babies that are in our small group of friends.

Here is his hospital website:
http://www.kmcnetwork.org/wcs/showbaby.cfm?id=7706

And here are a ton more pictures of Camden (are we allowed to call him Cam?) if this hasn't been enough to get your baby fix:

Big Ten home opener

This is really just a way to test if I can show movies on the blog.

Click here to get the movie of what The Horseshoe looked like from our seats. This was a half hour before the Iowa vs. Ohio State game.

More pics of the boy ...
These pictures were taken at Matt and Sarah's, site of Bryan's birthday party. Henry is hanging out with his main man Pooh and surveying the scene on GLo (Gramma in Training) Pounders.

Sniffles and Puke

Henry is changing before our very eyes. He added two new firsts this week.

The big first this week was his first cold. Really, it was just the sniffles, but he really didn't understand why he couldn't breath well from his nose. And he couldn't sleep on his back ... which took us two very rough nights to figure out. We thought we had the whole "sleep through the night" thing licked, but sniffles throw a wrench in that plan. We trudged the Kroger store to get an authorized nose syringe (Editors note: why oh why do they make baby syringes that aren't nose syringes. Maybe I don't want to know ...) and some saline to coax the tenacious mucus from his nostrils. It will be a great day, indeed, when he learns to blow his nose. This slight bug made him a little fussier, but he seemed to save his crankiness for Mom and Dad -- his "teachers" at "school" noted how happy he was all week!

Henry also had his first major puking experience this week. As I was brushing my teeth, Sarah came into the bathroom with milk all over her. She explained the cause of this milk explosion as "He just opened his mouth and BLAH" all over me. I deflected most of it, though." Deflected milk? I went into the bedroom to survey the damage. Henry succeeded in soaking his Mom and himself, causing a wardrobe change for him (luckily Mom wasn't dressed for work yet). He didn't seem very upset about it, though. He flashed a classic Henry smile letting us know that he was very pleased with himself indeed.

Happy Birthday, Uncle Bryan!

NOTE: Blogger ate my first attempt to post this ... I'll try to piece it back together.

We are all hanging out in Uncle Bryan and Aunt Sarah's apartment in Ann Arbor, MI. This marks a couple firsts for the consumate traveller that is Henry Rayo. This is his first time out of the great state of Ohio, and is also the first night, besides the initial time spent in the hospital, that he has spent away from his home. Lastly, he has attended his first birthday party, thrown in honor of his Uncle Bryan!

We drove up on Friday night, chilled out with Bryan and Sarah, and cashed out. Got up Saturday, goofed off, and I got ready for my golf outing. I know what you're thinking, GOLF? RAYO? WHAT? Bryan's birthday wish was to get in 9 holes, and wanted me to be a part of it. I needed to suck up any prejudices I have against the sport and give it a go. Before I go any further into the play-by-play, I want to thank Bryan for making it difficult for me to back out of the golf outing. I had a really great time: it was a great afternoon. Both Bryan and his friend Matt were good golf buddies, indeed. Although our golf performances were far from stellar, I think a good time was had by all. A couple highlights: Bryan spanked a killer drive on 16, Matt putted PGA-styley on 14 (maybe 15), and I actually won hole 17 (par, I think ... can you believe it?). Oh yeah, and I busted Bryan's driver on 18. I'm not sure exactly how I did it, but the result of my drive was pretty odd. Instead of that small dimpled white ball winging its way to the green, it decided to stay on the tee. Untouched. Instead, the driver head awkwardly bounced its way down the golf course. About 20 yards. Ugh! Bryan took it in stride, though ...

After getting our PGA cards, we made our way to Matt's house where he and his wife Sarah (I know, another Sarah?!?) had concocted a surprise party for Bryan. We walked in, everyone yelled SURPRISE and the party got started. Bryan had no idea it was coming. After dinner and cake, an impromptu game of touch football broke out in the back yard. Team Rayo came out victorious on a last second touchdown by Bryan Rayo. Coach Rayo (Mike this time) drew up the heralded Do-See-Do (think square dancing) play. The stalwart Rayos lined up at the wide receiver spots, crossed in the middle of the field, linked arms, spun, and sprung Bryan free in the end zone. The defense didn't know what hit 'em. Bryan laid out of the pass, thrown by QB Jeff, bounced off the turf, and TOUCHDOWN! The football and backyard dog gods conspired to clear the turf of any "presents" from Bryan's landing, but placed one less than 6 inches from his nose to let him know how lucky he was. Not quite the sweet smell of victory he was hoping for.

More action from Ann Arbor tomorrow!