Daddy really wanted to get a picture of me in this outfit for some reason.

(Ed. Note: I admit, it was the cute doggy feet – oh and the ‘I Love Daddy’ on the front…)

Sometimes you just have to let your parents have some fun with you.  I figure I put them through enough that they deserve a little ‘play time’.

More visitors today!  This time Mike and Mary Margaret Grady stopped by to see me (and Mom & Dad).  Of course, I was on my best behavior while they visited – hardly a peep out of me the whole time.  They were very nice and even brought me a nice outfit, book, AND an LMU Lion!  They get the OK in my book and are welcome back anytime!

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!

I’m working on my ballet moves in my sleep.  When can I get my first tutu?  Be sure to check out my exquisite hand gestures.

(Ed. Note: Not even December, and already dreaming of sugar plum fairies!  And extra points for the use of the Binky as arm prop!  Bravo!)

Great Aunt Carole and Great Uncle John came back from their jaunt through the City by the Bay, and gave me an excuse to have lunch outside.  The weather was just fabulous today.  We had fun visiting, and I especially liked pooping while Uncle John was holding me.  I wanted him to feel special, and I hope he got the message!

(Ed. Note: We’re hoping Ben doesn’t notice that his car has disappeared along with John & Carole…)

I have such a great life.  Just when things might have been getting boring, I get a visit from Norma – she said I can call her Nana – all the way from the Southland.  Don’t let the fact that I look like I’m sleeping through her visit mislead you into thinking that I wasn’t very excited to see her.  I’m very lucky to have such nice people in my life.

My amateur parents decided to go celebrate their anniversary at a lunch date, and got someone much more qualified to take care of me – 3 time parent, long time elementary school teacher, and now part time professional day care provider, neighbor “Auntie” Linda.

We had a great time together as she expertly cuddled, fed, burped, and soothed me for a total of about 100 minutes before my anxious parents (needlessly) returned home.  Can you see how comfortable I am?

I hope to see more of Auntie Linda in the future!

(Ed. Note: Well, at least we knew enough to let Linda take care of Ben (she offered!).  We did have a nice lunch, even if we weren’t gone long enough for Linda’s liking.  Many thanks to Linda for watching Ben for us!)

Some kids have to wait until they can crawl before their parent buy them a new car.  Some have to wait until they can ride a bike, and others even have to wait until they have a driver’s license (!)

Well, I don’t have to tell you how cool my parents are.  I’m 6 weeks old today, and I’ll be driving this baby just as soon as I <yawn> wake up from this nap…

Ok, ok.  So the real story is that Great Uncle John and Great Aunt Carole came to the Bay Area to visit some friends, and are parking their snazzy Z3 here for the week while they do that.  I’m sure they’d be OK with just a little spin around the block, though.

(Ed. Note: Thanks to Mom for her help in getting these pictures!)