I am knocking on wood as I type this because we have baby that is generally affable. He has had a good time playing, and he loves to smile. His favorite song is probably the ABCs at this point. For the past three weeks or so, he has been locked in a mortal struggle against his hands. He knows they need to be in his mouth, but his hands do not want any part of it. For the first weeks his hands were a force to be reckoned with. However, over the past couple days, the baby has gotten the... well, he's gotten the upper hand. Now after a few seconds of staring intently at said hands, he is able to get part of his fist or finger up to his mouth, by what seems to be sheer force of will alone. Over the past few days we made our first trip to the grocery store, we have gone to two restaurants, and we went to Sunday School and church. He could not have been a better baby while we were out and about.
Cutie pie on aisle 6. When we went to the store, people tried to act like they weren't looking at the adorable little man in my cart. We know the truth.
Hey when you look good, you look good no matter what you are doing. Get ready Sears Portrait Studio, we've got our posing down.
What's that? The Mermaid Cafe is impossible to find? No son, it's not impossible, it's just not easy and nothing easy was ever worth doing ( I might as well start passing on wisdom). This is it, while third chronologically this is the eponymous picture. This pic was taken Friday night at the Mermaid Cafe somewhere in Madison County. It's the first time we have had a table for three.
Our waiter took so long at Nagoya at our first every Sunday lunch out that some of us didn't even make it to the Edamame. That's ok though, his first solid food shouldn't involve sucking a bean out of a pod.
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