Can't Tux This

And for my next trick. . . The Double Jensie Toe Grab 'n' Roll

When you are going to a formal dinner there is really only one choice: You gotta Tux up.

VIP lounge.  I must be early?  OR I must be veeeerrrrryyyyy important.
Garcon?  Do you have any 2011 breast milk on ice?

So, this is the Larimer Life, eh?  I'd like to take the walking tour. . . AFTER I lick that little walking problem.

Alright, Dr. T, let's review.  That was a public service announcement lauding the work of parents to teach their children.  What it was not, was an instructional video for new dads. . .

If I look peppy it's because I slept through the wedding.  Grandpa was buying so I made it a double.  I had the sneaking suspicion they didn't want me to look at the flashy windows behind me.   Strange.

Beautiful women, live band, Four Seasons, downtown, bow tie.  Perfect.

Yeah, good idea, Pop!  Nobody will suspect you are hiding a "receding" hair line with that Viking helmet.  Shout out to cousin Cael and his Vikes while we're on the subject. 

OK, to clarify, I said, 'I can hold the bottle now,' not 'I'm ready to pick it up and remove the top.' HELP!

I hate to be labeled a "complainer," but I believe this batch of rice has past its due date.  This was my first bite, then I ate half a bowl, then I "placed" it on my bib.  The big man said: "Perfect, he's ready for bacon."

Talking with a full mouth!

Well, we can look at it this way: I'm The Biggest Loser in the Manchester household.  Counter point: FEED ME.

This feels so good on my tummy.  I mean, am I right or am I right readers?  Small problem, when I do this he and she STAND OVER me for the entire nap looking at my nose.

Yes, maitre d'? We will have one more for dinner.  

Oy!  How about you slide that salt shaker this way, slim?  Two weeks and my captors are still feeding me rice and oatmeal.

Alright, let's just get this out of the way, you're going to put this on the black shiny thing on the wall when I bring a girl home.  Ha, ha, ha!  Here's the thing, folks, I look GOOD.

Ben's mom knows my tickle spot!  She had me in stitches.  Dad, that is just a figure of speech.  Put that down.

My cohabitants refer to this as a Nick Nolte wake up scene.  Give me a minute to shake these webs.

Right out of the fridge!  When they're cold, they feel oohhh so good.

This guy is ALL OVER ME!  Can a baby get a moment's peace in his Bumbo?  He does shovel rice with the best of them.

Now this is the sort of lesson I like.  It's been a busy month!  What kind of dad steals his son's blanket?  Honestly? Share, the, covers, dude.

California, No Doubt About It

This was a second after I heard this bad girl fire up.  I gotta thank Riley for lending me this beast.  I hope that the next time my legs are presented in a public forum I have a chance to put some meat on 'em.

Nothing like The Bay Area.  We hopped the cable cars for a bit and man was I glad I can't walk after seeing those hills.

That's the real Alcatraz in the background.  Mom was thrilled to see it, I just reverted to my prison yard skills and tried not to look anyone in the eye.

Later that same day I ended up in Baby Alcatraz with Ella and my new elephant puppet friend, Ted.

Little known fact: Did you know that the bridge pictured here is just 75 years old?  It was quite impressive.   What I don't get is why they just didn't move the green bits closer together and make a nice lake.

Stopping to smell these babies you didn't really need to be that close.  It was a wall of roses as big as my head.  This was the courtyard where the big party was to go down after the wedding.  PS Dad cannot dance a lick.

Tuxedo onsie was the perfect choice for the rehearsal dinner.  Here I am with the bride, Kelly, and the groom, Rich.  Rich seemed quite jealous that he could not wear something this awesome to his own party.   Save something for the honeymoon.

This picture should have a thermometer.  Bow tie and tweed suit in California in May.  Nothing like a short scream during a wedding ceremony to get oneself into the shady bits.

One of my new friends, Sara Miller.  She helps children for a living as a Pediatrics PA.  Helluva nice gal, nice work Captain.

I'm really getting up there.   We've ridded ourselves of the :)  Now, did somebody say something about yellow vegetables?  What are they? And do you have some?

Baby loungin'.  Is there a Cubs game on TV? Oh, right, no TV until I'm 24 months.  They probably won't be in the World Series then either.

Manchesters, Manchesters, Manchesters

You've got to be kidding me!  I have TWO grandfathers!?!  I think this one might be having a stroke.  It's all funny faces with this guy.  Never a straight story or anything but a goofy grin.  I'll take him, I love it!

When Mom said we were "hunting" for a furniture bargain, I though it best to dress in couch camouflage.  I later thought about it and worried I'd be sold as a cushion.  

Grandpa Tom napping again and trying to lure me in.  Nothing like men in plaid shirts in the mountains.  He is still a lot on the rough side, but you know? I am starting to like it.

Grandpa Jim introduced me to something from his childhood: wooden blocks.  Maybe the wifi wasn't "seeing" them, or the lithium ions were dead, or it had bad LED's, so we just basically stacked them in towers.  Good stuff.

My pacifier buddy, and cousin, Caelen showed up in the mountains.  He has the gift of gab and can run around and jump.  Someday we will get into some trouble!  Right now it's time to nap.

This is the extent of my "extreme mountain sports" for now.  Good grief it was fun going backwards and forwards.  Nice view, I give the park about an 8.

Nothing quite like a nice hot tubbing after hitting the park swings.  Mom turned it down to about 80 so it was infant approved.

Grandma Kathy from Vermont telling a whopper of a story here.  If it were up to her, I would never touch the ground!  

My VT grandparents posing for a nicely composed picture.  I was sad to see them travel home, because, hey! Can you ever have too many grandmas and grandpas?

All the Manchesters lined up by the fire.  What a good looking crew.  I'm thinking we ought to get together again soon.