Leo's been here two months

He's decided to stay. That's good because we've decided to keep him.

Good friends. Good times.

Leo loves to hang out with his good buddy John from the neighborhood. They share a lot of common interests: breast milk, poopy diapers and a love of ceiling fans.

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.

He likes us. He really likes us!

This weekend Leo made a decision: he likes these people who call themselves mommy and daddy. Every time one of us would come into view, he’d smile. Sometimes he’d even laugh. And just the sight of us would distract him from daily activities like eating and pooping. Of course—just like in the womb—he didn’t cooperate so well when the video camera came out. So this is what we got:

Our Little Longhorn

While all the other kids here in Georgia are into bulldogs, Leo is loyal to his horns. Good thing orange seems to be his color.

Happy Father's Day

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:

Six Weeks Report Card

I don't know how the kids do it now but in my day we were graded every six weeks. Since Leo has been alive that long, I thought I'd give him his first 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+

A New Tradition

When Baby Charlie was born I got his mom, Jacquie, a cool shirt:

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.

The Blame Game

I'm still getting used to this whole mom thing. Today I was walking from the laundry room to our bedroom, carrying a laundry basket full of clothes when I tripped over the bouncy chair. I screamed out in pain and fell to the floor. I stayed there for awhile, just moaning, relieved that the floor had recently been cleaned. This was the scene after I got up:


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!

I KNEW it!

Ladies' Man

My friend Jaime and her daughter Brighton are visiting from Texas. And even though she is five months older than Leo, I am encouraging this relationship. I mean, I am five months older than Frank. I can't believe there was a time that I was that much bigger than him.

Don't worry, baby Grace. Leo is not completely spoken for. He's still keeping his options open.

Hey, don't hate the player. Hate the game.

Earning His Wings

We went to Frank's brother's wedding in Colorado so Leo got to take his first flight. Actually, if you count the connections, Leo took four flights.

I think Leo will be a pilot. He LOVED the airplane. It put him in a trance...a much deeper trance than the car or the swing or the window blinds.

Since I'm busy doing all the things you do after traveling with a newborn (think poopy onesies), I'm just going to leave you with a few plane pics: