I had him wear this gift, the Seahawks jersey, from his Uncle Ian and Aunt Hillary, on our Monday as a long distance support for the Seahawks. It didn't help.


He is one clever little dude. When the food is too slippery to pick up with his little fingers, he just scoops it up directly into his mouth.

and the fun continues

bounce and bah bah bah bah

food time.

greetings

In the sweater Nana made him.

Visiting the museum, botanical gardens and a coffee shop.

Our little Ukrainian.

and he's off

Some more giggles, saying DaDa and now there is mobility.

thoughtful cuteness

cute son we have.

He knows my hand is the bringer of the tickles. I don't even have to touch him. And he is very close to crawling. He rotates really well.

brief break from baby pics now over

Aidan in his car seat the puppy his Grandma (Karen) gave him. Puppy is his car buddy. 

He is wondering why I am not waking to release him.

Oh my, he is a good looking fella.

Of course I have to put up some baby pictures.

lovely creation

I have gotten back into running since moving down under. When we got Henry (our dog) I started walking him in the mornings. The majority of the time I slept in and ended up jogging most of the supposed walk. Eventually I just bought some running shoes and started doing 20 minutes 3-4 times a week. A couple months later I was telling my friend Chris this and he said he wanted to run more consistently. He lives nearby, so we started meeting up on the weekends to run and soon we were meeting at 6:15am on during the week as well. It has been nice to get back into running at my own pace and purely for the joy of it. I really feel relaxed and relieved after a good run. It has also been a great way for Chris and I to get to know each other and we have since become very good friends. And Henry is always with us, so he is in great shape too.

So, below are some photos of a longer weekend run we did two weeks ago. Along the southern edge of Christchurch are the Port Hills and we live at the base of them. They top out at about 1650 feet. 

This is looking up when we are about a third of the way up. We climbed up to the peak on the right.

This is looking back down toward the eastern edge of Christchurch, where we started (see circle) along the Rapaki Track, a popular hiking and mountain bike track. Of course there are sheep. It wouldn't be New Zealand otherwise.

Henry and I at the top. So tired, both of us.

Chris looking not as tired. He is a machine. Behind him is Lyttelton Harbour. If the camera panned left it would see the picture above looking down toward Christchurch.

We are blessed to live in a very beautiful area with many ways to enjoy it.

our boy laughs and laughs well

Peek-a-boo. 

little piano man

You piano players have competition.

Light-Paint Piano Player from Ryan Cashman on Vimeo.

hidden baby

I can't help but smile when I am around my son. He gives us so much fun and joy. Here is a great example.

yep a baby pic

Our favorite front window light.

umm a baby picture…

Of course here is another of our good looking little boy. He is a bit serious in this one though. He had just woken up from a nice long 10 hour overnight sleep and was not quite fully awake yet. He is still adorable though.

baby noises

Gerber baby

Hanging out on the deck in the buff on a hot Monday. I was clothed.

I am allowed.

I have a dog and a baby, so I am allowed to think this is cute.

More baby and grandparents.

Almost there.

Cruising in the stroller.

He loves to stand. Outfit circa 1977, it was Charisa's!


Apparently his toes are more interesting.


On Papa.

Usually you carry apples in your dress, but a baby will do.

He had a way of sneaking into Papa's arms.

Enjoying a little snooze with nature and the ducks.

On one of many of Nana's educational experiences in the garden.

Experiencing nature as it was meant to be experienced—in the buff.

Snorting funny.

the baby of course

Laying in my lap, against my chest, window behind us, burp rag reflecting light back. Not bad. Cute baby helps.

He's just not interested in the Buskers Festival.

why american footballers are just as tough as rugby men

Often I get comments from Kiwi folks, meaning men, that think American football players are not as tough as rugby players because they wear pads. I don't argue, I just agree that rugby men are tough as nails, just watch a international level game. But I do point out that American football is more violent because of the size and speed of the players. And the players manage to walk away from absolutely and incredibly violent collisions. Collisions so hard that no amount of pads will help. Here is one for example. Thankfully the guy that was carted off the field was fine, albeit a bit sore the next morning.

our little giggler

We have been blessed with a very happy baby. Aidan is just figuring out how to laugh and it is wonderful. Comic assistance provided by his crazy father.

What happens when you hang out with a photographer who just got a new camera?

You are his model.





To be fair, I shot him for a portrait project first.

any resemblance?

The Brits I work with instantly saw a mini-Winnie when they saw the following picture of Aidan.