Or if WordPress would let me say this in the title: Look Ma – no hands!
I can’t say that I’ll be able to repeat this feat anytime soon, but I’d say this is pretty impressive on the eve of my 3-month birthday!
Grandpa and Nana decided it was time to come up for a visit, so they came by this last Tuesday to see me.
We had a great time getting to know each other. Having already met Grandpa on my birthday, I’m already warmed up to doing my best 3-month baby cute look for Grandpa.
And this shot was taken when I was still just getting to know Nana.
It wasn’t long before we moved on to one of my favorite activities – standing practice! (Is the genetic origin of my eyebrows apparent in this picture?)
I definitely enjoyed being the center of attention:
We walked down to the Village Market for dinner. This picture shows my future as a Stark male, and what I’m going to look like when I’m 33 and then 61 years old. My shirts will get greener, my hair will get longer, my hats will get bigger, and at some point I’ll get blue and white New Balance tennis shoes. Well, I guess its better to know than not, eh?
I’m literally relieved to report that on the 9th day, I finally gave way to the prune juice onslaught, filling a healthy sized #3 diaper with #2. Thanks for the concern of all those out there. And your welcome for me not posting a picture with this entry.
You know how sometimes the picture gets taken at just the wrong time? I think must be what happened here.
Where’s the picture right after this of me smiling happily? Ummm… I think it got lost.
That’s right, I’m the Maine Man. Thanks to Liz for this great outfit that describes my role in the family to a T (shirt).
Daddy’s doing an admirable job of trying to look like me in this shot. Let’s see Dad – you just need to lose the hair (and eyebrows), shave a little closer, lose the teeth, and oh, drop about 184 lbs. And puff out those cheeks a little more. Good!
The “batteries have run flat” (as Jonathan would say) in the Baby Björn…
I like to think that the Björn is my passport to adventure, but my parents think it is my ticket to sleep. Hmmph.
Lately I’ve been putting my new smiling skills to work banking goodwill with the ‘rents. They seem pretty happy about it.
Check it out!
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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!
