I'm a legal alien. . .

Empty bottles, pagers, and Super cars.  A perfect hang time with Pops, I do hope my caterer comes back soon.

Finally, I've got papers and can travel in Arizona and that area known as extreme Southern Arizona.

A Polar bear showed up from Vermont.  REALLY!? It's that cold there.  Can you say summer visits?

This month's theme was Teddy bears.  Thanks to the 3 B's and Dr. S and Mr. K for hooking me up with this shoot.

Can you even find me in here?  I'm going to go ahead and say that when it comes to baby photos, you cannot have too many assistants.

This is what Dad goes off to do at night some times.  I'm glad he will do it, I don't want any part of it!  I hope he is good at it, I need lots of stuffs.

On a roll. . .

Quick visit over to Ben's "crib" while we were strolling.  I became ravenous and was whisked home for a quick lunch.

Adding the Big Guy to my compliment of those who provide milk of amnesia was a good idea.  MJ should have just gone this route.

Out for a stroll around the neighborhood.  Dad can't stop talking about the "independent rear suspension" on the BOB Stroller. It is smooth.  I already had it in the shop for tire slime after a puncture.

Apparently, this creature also did not like baths originally, but now she can take baths on her own.  She was watching closely on the bath technique.  Good help is so important.

Mom and me with our "play coach" over the shoulder.  Knocked out a few reps of facing left - bounce - bounce - bounce - facing right.

Finally got another expert in from the wilds of Vermont.  This also my Grammie Kathy.  Confusing, I know!  

Back out from The Internet Blackout

Well, busy few days.  Thought I'd be good to align my self with the online SOPA protests and "blackout" my site.  I've been working on my abs, banging out leg lifts.  Who came up with the idea of sewing sleeves into my T-shirts.  Brilliant look.

Then we did some "tummy time" which is something I think I really like after leaving my umbilical stump behind two days ago.  This is an activity that involves laying down with my head on this soft blanket.  Dad seems to really excel in this activity.

So I hired a verbal coach and we spent some time working on the words "hat" and "hand".  This particular segment of the lesson was not very helpful to me.

Dad rushed home from somewhere outside of the house were he was wearing his pajamas.  Firstly, I hope Mom knows where else he sleeps, and also I wonder if he was woken up in an untimely manner because he looked exhausted.

After trying, unsuccessfully, to keep Dad up, Mom and I hit up Fort Morgan High School for "strollerobics".  Another activity were I am essentially laying down and get pushed in fun circles in my Bob stroller.  Our photog got lost and went to the middle school, so this was the best shot.

Day 12 and still no social security number.  I am missing a Bull market, but I tuned up my watch list.  I'm going to put the $8.47 in my change jar in as soon as I can.  Why have that kind of coin on the sideline given my time horizon.  

Early wake up this morning, had to put on the monkey suit again and hit the road after a gulp.

Met a lady named Tandi Keen who was not a fan of me wearing clothes. . . or diapers.  You know where this is going.  This shot was me in a bucket of blankets.  Mom seemed really pleased and it was WARM on set!

A tasteful nude is never a bad idea when your agent is trying to book you work.  Here's a twist: I look good ON black!  Notice the "second shooter" in the mirror at the end of the hall.

In the interest of getting me to sleep my roommates let me watch the Republican Debate from Charleston, SC.  Turns out I really learned a lot.  If I'm going to turn $8.47 into 4 years of tuition I'm going to need some capital gains tax relief. My favorite was Ron Paul because he is an obstetrician, and I like obstetricians!

Photos, Shoot!

Finally, we got Daddio involved in the feeding process and this guy can over eat and over feed.  I dropped my jaw in awe.

After my morning feed I don't remember much.  I thought I was drinking responsibly, but in a game of ounces you can wake up to embarrassing pictures all over the interweb!  I do look "waste"ed.

My foot-shadow animals are coming along.  Anybody else see a pair of nesting cockateels in the shadows?  Nobody?

  It gets so dry out here, a guy really has to take care of his feet, put his dogs up once and awhile.  Granted I don't walk yet, but I want to be prepared for shoes.

What? Why is Lionel "guarding" my crib?  There is no reason why he should be dow. . . Ahhhhhhhhhh.  Why haven't I tried this before.  It's like laying on a cloud.

Better try this paw. Yep, even softer. 

I'm not sure I even remember meeting ewe.  
If you got my number, call me Baaaaaahhhhhh-ck

I think they could've raked the rear glass just a bit more to join the rear spoiler more gracefully.  Who am I kidding?  It's red and shiny, and you had me at red.

Anybody who has owned one knows how exhausting it can be to try to keep up maintenance on not one but TWO Italian cars with the prancing horse on the bonnet.

My first visit to the land of the steel SUV stroller.  I picked up some Lotto tickets, you know, to support education in the  State of Colorado.  Hope I win 80 from the Power Ball.  80 what I do not know, Dad has never counted past 50 with me though.

Poorly Timed Milk Allergy

I swung into a new week in style on my new whip.  However, the stock "bird song" was grating.  Thank you perfectly sized forefingers. . . quiet.

Continuing the education of my parents, this time I called in a Top-of-Her-Class Regis nursing grad who is employed  at the prestigious Children's Hospital Denver.  She really helped with the burping position!  Corie, THANK YOU, Eeeeerrrrruuuup!  

Ok, so this is how you feel after the first week.  As an optimist, I can tell you that my glass is half FULL. . .

Road Trip, Road Playoff Loss

The day begun with a new sleep spot.  The thing shakes all over like those tacky motel beds, but I was asleep in seconds.  Doesn't everybody have morning naps in front of a fire?   

For those regular blog-heads you will recognize this as the much-delayed swing.  This is the Cadillac of swings complete with rotating small plush birds.  

Another first: walking.  Ha! No not me.  I threw a saddle on Daddy and walked him.  This was after a nice drive up I-76 to Grandma and Grandpa's farm.

Nobody seemed to concerned about the pack of hungry steers that were just creepily following us around.  I distracted Dad and he stepped in a heaping pile of . . . [edited].  Hat tip to Uncle Jon, Aunt Colleen, and Cousin Cael for the Daddy Saddle that you sent.

Grandpa knows how to make a guy comfortable.  He has a much bigger light and color thing on the wall.  Speaking of colorful, his language during football games.

My thighs could use some work, let's be honest.  Grandpa called them skinny all afternoon, but he is used to my cousin Corbin who is put together like a brick diaper genie.

Happy hour with Grandpa.  He has some advanced holding techniques but my neck muscles were up to the challenge.

A 2007 Duckhorn Merlot had me raising my eyebrows.  Nice selection from the cellar . . . me?  No thanks, I'm growing.

I had to be swaddled because I kept throwing my hat at the TV.  The Patriots got off to a fast start and my Bronc-show just looked like they were cold and wanted hot cocoa sooner rather than later.

What a week, TGIF

So Mimi Svoboda showed up to learn my staff a bit on my care.  Not her first baby.  She had wonderful stories about mom and was a sympathetic soul and the end of a tough week.

My wipe warmer arrived!  Thanks Jay and Dee.  This has cut down on my, ahem, unintentional water works.  And really, this is the humane way to go.  I dread my next diaper bag change.

Day seven and higher education was already being pushed.  Representative Cecil Sagehen showed up on behalf of Dad's alma mater.  Liberal arts?  I was thinking engineering, and likely Ivy League.  Start saving, folks.

Fell asleep during a video conference.  EMBARASSING!  My reps smoothed it over with my grandclients.  The steamed milk just before was a BAD idea.  I'm going to ask that at least a cup of coffee be added at midday.

Uncle Pat is a VERY large guy.  He was smiling until he saw the camera.  I could tell he played a little college ball because he had quite a grip.

These are my cousins Ryann and Corbin.  Corbin is well on his way to filling his father's shoes, like next week.  Geesh, he doesn't look like he needed any "consultants."  He was very smiley and can find his mouth with his fingers no problem.  Challenge accepted.

Hand of God, an homage to The Sistine Chapel and Michelangelo.
Did you know the difference between a surgeon (Dad) and God?
God doesn't think he's a surgeon!
Love that one.

This is definitely one for my Gerber modeling pitch.  I won't mention that I'm not a formula guy at that meeting!  This is my slightly surprised, "Who me?" look.  

As I bed down just a quick reminder that Big Brother is never far away.  Tonight's selection will be "Summer Night" on heavy repeat on the sound machine.