Go Jackets

Watching the Jackets play Gardner-Webb with Mommy, Daddy, and Waakabee in mommy's work suite. In reality, I mostly ate snacks and enjoyed standing on the window ledge. I also was very much engaged in crawling down the long hallways of the place. Now that I'm mobile, I'm able to follow Waakabee whereever he goes!

Standing up!

I'm learning how to pull myself up on things! A couple more weeks of this and I'll be a champ. But, sometimes I fall. And then dad continues to take pictures. How about a little help, pops?

Grandma BJ!

Hanging with my Grandma BJ on the back deck. She and Nannie came to visit this last week, and I really enjoyed being with them. I especially love the way they put Waakabee in his place. Serves him right, the brat.

Grandma BJ is an extraordinary woman - a graduate of the first officer class in the (then) new Air Force, a commandant of troops in Okinawa, Texas beauty queen, loving mother, and all around classy lady. I sure do like spending time with her!

Playing Coy

Well, five months have come and gone in the blink of an eye. I'm now more accomplished than the Waakabee was in many ways...but I don't rub it in to protect his ego.

I have two bottom teeth.
I am grabbing and holding things quite easily.
I eat veggies and cereals.
I still poop many times a day. Hey Uncle Toro!

In this picture, I appear to be quite shy. It's actually pretty genuine, but I have practiced it a lot. I call this look "Poo Panther."

Four Months Go By So Quickly

Hi, There!

Yesterday, I turned four months old. Today, I received five more shots, and yes, another to drink. Here are my stats:
15 lbs, 13 oz

25 1/2 in.

My doc says I'm in the 75th percentile for both height and weight - That means I can beat up 75% of the babies in the world.

My Mom has begun feeding me 'cereal' - it's very tasty and gooey in my belly. I push most of it out with my tongue - but the doc says I'll get the hang of it.

I've also started sucking my thumb - apparently, my pops did the same thing when he was my age.

Bye, There!

Look Out

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Doing my best Nick Nolte mugshot impression.

Borrowed Bumbo

Mr. Jim and Mrs. Jean have let me borrow a bumbo.


I like to sit in it and ponder my navel. And that's not just a pun. I actually stare at my belly button and toes and wonder...why do I have these? Not that I'm complaining.

Here I have been caught staring at my toes, telling them, "Be strong. Be swift. Be as deadly as JCVD."

This Bumbo thing rocks. Now I've got one up on the Waakabee. He never had a Bumbo. That's because he's dumb-o. What a terrible joke.

Oh well. Back to my coffee and paper. By the way, Ziggy comics are so lame. Who reads these?