Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Good friends. Good times.
And when John got a little tipsy, Leo said, "That's okay, buddy. You can use my belly to break your fall." That's what friends are for.
Monday, June 23, 2008
He likes us. He really likes us!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Our Little Longhorn
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
The Mommy Show
I got the okay to exercise at my six-week checkup this week so I started lifting weights on my Bosu while Leo watches. I say, “Go, mommy, go. Strengthen those biceps!” He thinks it's amusing.
Today I played Hall and Oates in the background and Leo loved them as much as I do! And while he enjoyed Sara Smile, he seemed to like Private Eyes the best (must be all the hand-clapping).
This is Leo watching the Mommy Show from the papazan chair:
I'm not sure he's ready for Pilates though:
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Six Weeks Report Card
Physical Appearance: A+ (obvious reasons)
Weight Gain: A+ (Not sure how much he weighs but he's got a few more chins)
Crying: B- (Doesn't cry for extended periods but is pretty loud)
Eating: A+ (he loves his milk)
Spitting up: D (his weakest subject)
Sleeping: B+ (sleeps through the night sometimes but not so good at napping during the day)
Pooping and Peeing: B (the amount is worthy of an A but he gets points off for leaking on mommy)
Manipulating mommy and daddy into getting anything he wants: A+
Monday, June 9, 2008
A New Tradition
Every year on his birthday Jacquie wears the shirt and then in her Kodak Gallery album she shows the pic above with the caption “What a difference…” and then shows a recent pic in the same pose and adds the birthday for that year. In this case it said:
...three years makes!
I got her a shirt for one-year-old Colman too (with long sleeves since his b-day is in January).
Well, Jacquie got ME a cool shirt for Leo’s birth so we’re going to start the tradition too!
Here is his "before" shot:
I anticipate that this will be much trickier when he’s 16.
Friday, June 6, 2008
The Blame Game
I think I sprained my second-to-last toe. You know, the one that didn't have any roast beef? Now I just need to know who to blame. I mean, who was the last person to sit in that bouncy chair? It wasn't me...It wasn't Frank...it must have been that new roommate!