Monday Morning with Coop

So I had a lot of people tell me they enjoyed my blog about Cooperman last week so I thought I would indulge again, for two reason, 1. It's my blog and I do what I want (as long as Sarah and Pastor Craig say its okay), and 2. My son is cuter than everyone else's, (and that includes you, parents of the Gerber baby and you Brad and Angelina), so he deserves another post.

First of all, here he is.



Now that you have seen his adorable face (that I just missed being pressed against our sliding glass door) I will now tell you that our baby boy has ear infections, and we aren't talking about his ears kind of hurting or it kind of being infected, we are talking about Sarah pulling a 1/2 inch piece of puss and drainage from his ear, waking up at 3 am crying his little eyes out kind of ear infections.

And I feel rather responsible, as should his Uncle Scott (Big jerk Scotty!!!!!). Scott and I both had this issue when we were little, I would venture to say Scott had it worse sense he couldn't hear well thus prolonging his inability to speak for awhile, but needless to say we both had to get tubes put in our ears and once that was done, we were both fine and dandy. But we are to blame because apparently ear aches are extremely hereditary, like Brown hair, hitch hikers thumb, and whether or not your earlobes are attached to your face or if they dangle freely.

Long story short, I feel like this is the first of many scenarios that I am going to come across where I am directly responsible for the outcome of my child. This stirs a sense of responsibility in my soul where I have come to terms with the fact that the way I live and model my life, in conjunction with the morals and responsibilities I help build into his, are ultimately going to shape the way Coop turns out. Needless to say he can make his own decisions and come to his own conclusions, but ultimately Sarah and I are his primary role-models right now and that is something that is not a joking matter.



Yeah, we make him do laundry.