The "Portfolio"

I don't think I will ever be this comfortable again.  It feels EXACTLY like it looks.

Lots of bubbles and paraphernalia, but I don't seem to be getting any cleaner. 

Ladies, I am 23.5 inches tall, 12+ pounds, I like strollers and I've never watched TV. . .

Keep the head up, head up, head up. . . and I'm spent.  That's a wrap.

Next time I will choose a different hiding place.

Thanks for all the support.

Wait, what?  Did you "green screen" my Pampers?

Look deep into my eyes, and you might see a camera and some lighting equipment.

Very valuable toes.

"Oooohh, Mexico. It sounds so sweet, with the sun sinkin' low"

First flight and I don't see what the big deal was.  Thank God for my BOSE headset or else I would have had to listen to the crying babies!

Not much of a beach for my first, but there were large birds with fish in their mouth pouch to talk with.

My "Very Good" Uncle Mike, he doesn't like Great Uncle yet, was great at holding me on the pool deck.

I know, right?  I've already requested a marble changing table for home.  Very elegant.

That was a few pounds ago, Dad.  Let's have 'em, it's hot and so is the pool scene!

Ahhh!   Winter babies wear . . . Trunks!

Why don't we live here again?  

Baby Blogger's Note:  This is a HEATED pool.  In the Caribbean, with an 82 degree ambient temperature, a heated pool.  It was like bath water, only no soap in the eyes.

Island shirt just in time for Happy Hour.

Grandpa Tom loved to spend time with me almost as much as he loved the ice cream delivered to seaside.

They put me on the back of an 11 foot 600 pound sea mammal.  Good call, parents.  I did not op for the "ride" choosing instead for some foot sanitizer.  I thought the way the fish talked was pretty funny though.

After a close call with a sea monster, I hit the bar. . . for let's just say "awhile" and leave it at that. . .

Nicest place for a nap in the late afternoon.  Sounds just like my sound machine at home!

Getting home was a snap.  Plenty of room in Baby Coach for me to spread out.

Spring Has Sprung

C'mon, Tebo-oohh-nooo, you said he's a Jet?  I always liked that Peyton Manning.

It just got too hot for clothes.  When you have the diaper body, you rock it.

Then I hung out with Dad and things got cool.  I won the tummy contest, lost the beer drinking (DNF).

Sleeping in at the mountain house in the Big Bed.

Continued nap action: I really had the head up for minutes on end in this contraption before I just lost my steam.

Donald does mean "Royal" or "King-like" so I guess I can pull of the throne look.

Man, Grandma is a beautiful woman.   Her foot rubs are unequaled.

That's where Mom got those looks.  This was a practice smile as the pro shutterbug showed up a short time later.  She is always ready for a photo.

Hanging with the cousins.  We're going to need more sunblock for this family.  Somebody order a few gallons.

Twice as old as last month

I just want to go on record as saying I did not draw the :) on this sign.  That is not me.  I do love the lady who drew the sign though.

March-garita Madness.  Mom and Dad took me to Ben's for cocktail hour and it was in the 70's in March.

This is MY Matchbox and I'll stare down anybody who wants to come get it!

So I am getting pretty big.  One of the perks is getting to SEE what we're going towards when we go on the walks.  Did I mention the independent rear suspension?  Clearly I would trade Dad for his "wheels" any day.

While this may look like a camping potty, it's actually a Herman Miller designed. . . Oh, who am I kidding, it's called The Bumbo -- but check out the neck control!

Every good post -- like every great bath -- ends with me in a monogrammed bathrobe and a pacifier.  Be good!