During Uncle John’s visit to ‘Daddy Boot Camp’, he went 2 for 2 on burping, earning a 1.000 average.  Of course, I might have been going a bit easy on him ’cause, well, he’s new and all.

Extra points to my photographer for the mirror shot!

Uncle John came up to meet me and get some crash Daddy training before my new baby cousin arrives next month.

After introductions…

… I think we hit it off pretty well, though I was a little surprised to be seeing Mommy AND Daddy looking over the shoulder of… who is this guy again?  Oh yeah, Uncle John!

In addition to burping, Daddy Boot Camp provided Uncle John with training in diaper changing, stroller pushing, and all around baby handling, all crammed into a 19 hour visit.

It was great to meet you Uncle John!  Thanks for making the time to come up and visit me!

I’m not sure how many more blog titles I can come up with for pictures of me sleeping.  I’ll have to either keep trying, or start doing some more interesting things!

After the strife testing, the cleanup crew apparently decided to bring in the heavy guns to take care of the mess.  I can’t say I blame them.

Actually, I kind of like the shower with Daddy.  The water is warm and I don’t feel so out of place like I’m the only chubby one.  (Ed. Note: Hey!  I’m not the one who’s nearly doubled his weight in 10 weeks!) And as you can see, only ONE of us has a farmer’s tan. 😉  (Got me there…)

I’m nothing if not shamelessly self promoting.  So for this entry, I thought I should just let you gaze upon my cuteness.

While sleeping:

While sleeping again:

and while smiling!

Recently, Mommy and I spent some quality time working on smiling, which I’m getting better and better at.

It makes Mommy really happy when I get a good smile!  (Just call it another tool in the toolbox for wrapping Mommy (& Daddy) around my (very) little finger…)

I’m 8 weeks old today, and I’d like to file a list of grievances.  Things around here just aren’t keeping up, and I want to make this known so somebody can do something about it!

• I used to be continuously fed, now I only get fed every two or three hours!
• I used to be kept at the perfect temperature all the time.  Now it gets warm and cool and I have to wear clothes – which get wet and smelly sometimes (for some reason), and then they have to get changed.  What is up with this big step backwards?
• I get ouchie gas bubbles and have to be burped – that didn’t used to happen.
• I get smelly in the “southern region” all the time – that didn’t used to happen either.
• These strange five fingered clubs go on hitting rampages with alarming frequency and pummel me about the face and neck.  Can somebody stop this madness?
• Ummm… No teeth!  Can somebody please tell me where my teeth are?
• Same for kneecaps!  How am I supposed to walk with no kneecaps?

I plan to keep complaining until these things get fixed!

People are always telling me how cute I am.  All the time.  It never stops.  So I started to wonder, how is it that I’m staying perpetually cute?  Doesn’t nature abhor a vacuum?  Shouldn’t my stand-apart cuteness be equalizing with my environment?

Well, I’ve developed a theory to explain this discrepancy: The Conservation of Cuteness.

This is how it goes.  Every substance has a certain amount of cuteness in it – its cuteness quotient – some more and some less.  Hello Kitty and baby bunnies have a high cuteness quotient, and…, well, let’s just say that Courtney Love rounds out the other end of the spectrum.

Now, breast milk isn’t particularly cute, but it does have a a non-zero cuteness quotient.  And I think we can all agree that it is cuter than what comes out the other end (Ed. Note: Yes, I think we can…).

Therefore, I’m a little cuteness filter, taking in as much or more cuteness than I give out (some is also radiated), which explains everything.  In short, pooping un-cuteness makes me cute!

I’m ready for my Nobel Prize in Perceptual Physics now!

One of my favorite parts of getting a bath is my hooded alligator towel.  Lately I’ve been enjoying my baths and not crying at all when taking them.  Just wait until I figure out how to splash the water! Then things will really be fun!

Today was a photoshoot in the bouncer.  Of course, I make it look easy here…

…but as these bloopers attest, this kind of thing is hard work!