This week Robbie turned four months old and, if that weren't enough, he started cutting two new little teeth on his bottom gums. And if that weren't enough, he learned to roll over...but that part was more traumatic than the teeth, I'm afraid.
This morning I put him down in my office on a couple of his baby quilts that I usually lay him on to play for a while when I am working. I ran upstairs to see Toby off to work and heard him crying. I thought it was just the usual "how dare you leave me alone, woman?" crying so I didn't run immediately downstairs. When I did get down there about 30 seconds later I was so surprised to see him face down on my plastic floor mat (the kind that protect the carpet from chair wheels) that I said "Oh My God!"
Unfortunately Toby hadn't quite left yet and he heard me say it. He came flying down the stairs thinking who knows what (that I'd left the baby on a high surface and he'd fallen, maybe). It was funny to me, but it took him a minute to put his stomach back in the right place.
Rolling back to front is no problem...but apparently back to front uses a different skill set.
May 24, 2006
May 19, 2006
Sweet Pea Siesta
He loves his vibrating chair....only slightly less than he loves being bare foot...only slightly less than he loves being outside. Put them together and you've got a winning combination.
Ace Ventura, Pet Detective
You know that scene in Ace Ventura...when he comes into his apartment and all the animals flock to him and the music comes to a crescendo...
I feel a little like that when I work outside. I sit on the patio with my laptop and the baby...and the cat stops by...then the dogs sneak onto the patio and soon I'm surrounded by small creatures who seem drawn to me by some magnetic force. Or, maybe its just because they all recognize me as the bringer of chow.
I feel a little like that when I work outside. I sit on the patio with my laptop and the baby...and the cat stops by...then the dogs sneak onto the patio and soon I'm surrounded by small creatures who seem drawn to me by some magnetic force. Or, maybe its just because they all recognize me as the bringer of chow.
May 15, 2006
Livin' La Vida Loca
Life is tough for me as a baby. So much eating, sleeping, smiling, being carried everywhere. It's enough to wear a guy out. So, at the end of the day I have to spend a few minutes relaxing in mom's mother's day present - the hammock. It's a tough life, but little moments like this make it all worthwile.
May 8, 2006
This is getting to be ridiculous
I'm sure if he could talk he'd tell me to stop dressing him up like my personal play thing. I'm sure if he had the articulation of an adult he'd have a lot of things to say...like:
1. Milk is good and all...but how about an Oreo now and then to go with it?
2. Bath time is good...we should do that more often. Like every other hour. But why don't you turn the heater on so that when you get me out, the air is a toasty 85 degrees?
3. I don't need socks. I know you think I do, but I don't. If my feet get a little cold, I'll deal with it. If the dogs lick my feet, I'll deal with it. Actually, I like that last part. You should let the dogs in the house sometimes.
4. That hammock you brought home is nice. Just prop a bottle in my mouth and put me out there in the morning. I'll be good to go for at least an hour.
5. I wish these darn arms would do what I want. I could get all kinds of things in my mouth then. I've got my eye on that bluetooth headset.
May 6, 2006
Where's The Baby?
If ever I cannot find my son, or (heaven forbid) I accidently step on him, it will be because the clever kid blends in with his environment.
I guess really he can't take all the credit...some of it has to go to me, the person who dresses him in these ridiculous outfits that blend in with the surfaces he naps on.
I guess really he can't take all the credit...some of it has to go to me, the person who dresses him in these ridiculous outfits that blend in with the surfaces he naps on.
May 4, 2006
Puppy Dog Leisure Suit
When else in life can you get away with wearing an outfit of matching prints, top and bottom? Perhaps in senility...but in either case some one else is dressing you and having a good laugh at your expense.
May 1, 2006
Jeepin
Yesterday we went to The Gateway (an outdoor shopping center and condo community) to shoot some Senior pictures of Toby's cousin and a friend of hers. We took Robbie with us and Toby wore him in his little Jeep chest carrier. It was very sunny, so Toby's Aunt Karen bought Robbie a little Tiggr hat at Gymboree. Toby was shooting over Robbie's head and I happened to turn around and take this shot of Robbie peeking out from his papoose.
Apr 27, 2006
Bathtime is Funtime
He is definitely the child of two people that each shower twice a day, a father that scuba dives and a mother that can read in the tub until she turns into a raisin.
He loves a bath, provided the temperature doesn't dip below comfortably warm and I don't take too long getting him dry.
He loves a bath, provided the temperature doesn't dip below comfortably warm and I don't take too long getting him dry.
You're not my mother!
As I mentioned before, he doesn't last long with dad before he realizes he's been tricked. Sometimes it's gratifying to be liked but the rest of the time it can be a little exasperating not to get a break.
Apparently it is just as frustrating to dad. The other day he looked at Robbie and said "You know, son...some day you're going to want to go fishing, ride motorcycles and do cool things with me...and I'm going to remember this."
When he's the favorite and I'm cut glass, somehow I doubt that he'll remember the crying.
Apparently it is just as frustrating to dad. The other day he looked at Robbie and said "You know, son...some day you're going to want to go fishing, ride motorcycles and do cool things with me...and I'm going to remember this."
When he's the favorite and I'm cut glass, somehow I doubt that he'll remember the crying.
I think he hates me
The boy is definitely a ladies' man. He loves his mom, his granny, his grummy and his "Aunt" Shannon. He doesn't last long in the arms of a "mere man" however. Here he is with his father. Again this is part of the "feed me" expression, but it quickly turns into "WHERE IS MY MOTHER?!"
Razz
My son, the future model. I set him down on my photo table in between shooting candles and this is the face he gives me. It is part of a more complex expression that means "more food please" but caught in a split second it looks like he's saying "Yeah, well this is what I think of that!"
We sometimes call him frog boy. This is because, like most newborns, he tucks his little legs up by his waist, kind of like a frog. This is especially apparent when we take of his clothes before a bath. Maybe it's just the cold air that makes him do it, but when one of us is holding him to our chest on the way to the tub, he looks just like a little frog. This is the outfit that goes with the name. Froggy colored pants a shirt with lots of little frogs on it.
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