Me and My Feet

I'm a little obsessed with my feet these days; some days I worry they'll run away from me while I'm sleeping, and then how will I run them down - if I don't have any feet?

Lying on the Floor

I've noticed that Dad lies on the floor and reads books. Of course, I want to be like Dad when I grow up so I'm getting some practice, even though I can't hold a book up (or read for that matter) yet.

Emilie, Me, and the Celtics

I stayed with my friends Emilie, Andrea, and Jerry while Mom and Dad went to the Celtics - Blazers game today. The Celtics, another one of Dad's obsessions, won. Here I am hanging out with Emilie on the couch while we watch the cat Josephine stalk about the living room.

Thanks, Jerry, for feeding me from my bottle and Andrea, for letting me sleep on your lap.

Happy B-day, Dad!

Here I am taking a breather at Dad's B-day party. Mom gave Dad the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary this year, much to Dad's surprise and joy. Dad says he's learned all kinds of new words, e. g., "heaviosity," which he might use at the next concert he goes to. He is going to keep me updated so I can increase my vocabulary too and impress my day care attendants.

A Ducky Day

Mom and Dad rolled me to our local duck pond today. I am not used to sun in Portland, but I caught a few rays. Mom did a nice duck call, and the ducks all swam toward us. Dad said all ducks are named Howard, which makes it easy on their long-term memory modules.

My Newfangled Jungle Gym Thang

I got a clean bill of health from the doctor today (13.5 lbs, 26 inches). Being taller I've graduated to my newfangled jungle gym thing. For which thanks, Aunt Kelly! Mom says it's educational.

Happy 4-Month Birthday to Me

Today I'm four months old. I spent part of the day in my Baby Barcalounger. I still cannot eat my cake, but I get to have an extra helping of milk tonight. Dad says my head is getting bigger, but I don't know about that.

When You're Smiling

I let Dad choose the title for this little movie. Dad said he has several recordings of Louis Armstrong singing this - "very fine stuff." And then he started in about "Potato Head Blues"; I will have to check out this Louis Armstrong cat.

Goofing - In the Monkey House

Couch Potato

When I'm not sitting in my baby Barcalounger, I can sometimes be found on our big couch kicking back, looking at the TV. The moving shapes are fascinating. Mom says I won't be looking at them much longer. She says I'll be eating broccoli, reading books, and camping in yurts instead.

My Newest New Word

Here I was on Sunday - watching our boys go down with Dad.

I learned a new word this week from Dad - "jackass," as in Dad's sentence "Gregg Easterbrook is a jackass." Dad means that this ESPN writer is like the donkey in our backyard. I've never seen a sportswriter jump around and go "hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw," but it must be fun to watch. Dad said it is not a pretty sight. Mom was not in on this conversation; I think she might not approve.

Sore Loser

Reluctantly, I have accepted that our Patriots lost the Super Bowl because of a lucky pass caught on top of a Giant's helmet.

We are bent (Dad and I) but not broken. We will be back next year.