The World Is My Buffet

You seem to think everything in this world is meant to go in your mouth. Be it ribbon at the craft store, measuring spoons while mommy "cooks", mommy's hair, or your new favorite....your toes! You look so cute rolling around on the floor sucking on your toes!

Crash! Splatter! Smash!

Dear Mommy:

It has come to my attention that you are attempting to stretch out my feedings. This concerns me. You see, my dream is to become an Offensive Lineman for your favorite football team one day. (I promise to only play for the Chiefs and not that ugly orange and blue team) Hear that sound? That's the sound of my dreams being crushed into a million pieces. I'm never gonna make the team if you don't help me out with my calorie intake! So here's the deal, I'll keep letting you know when I'm hungry and instead of trying to distract me with stroller rides and dancing to your lame music, just feed me! It'll make it easier on us both. Just look at me, Ma, I'm wasting away here!

Love,
Lovebug

When Daddy Comes Home

When Daddy comes home, you are all smiles and giggles. Even if you've had a crabby day, you still find a big smile for Daddy. And boy does he eat it up. He thinks I'm the one who spoils you, but one smile from you and he'll give you whatever you want-a drink from his water bottle, his super yummy tasting watch, or one more toss into the air. You love your daddy and he sure loves you!

Photo of the Week

That boy in the mirror is so funny. He always makes you laugh!

Top of the Class

On Monday you had your 4 month Doctor's appointment. Still weighing in at the top of your class. At 18.2 pounds you are in the 95th percentile for weight. And at 26.25 inches, you are in the 90th percentile for height. You are a giant! Chubby babies are happy babies though, and you are certainly happy, Lovebug.

The Unintentional Mullet

You have the most unfortunate hairline. You've lost most of your baby hair. That which grew on the top of your head anyway. The mullet hair just grows longer and longer. It's gonna look great when you buy your first used Camaro or attend your first Def Leopard concert. For your sake, I hope it falls out soon. Otherwise, you'll be making an appearance in my infamous Mullet Scrapbook!

4 Month Photo

Can I Get an Amen?

On Sunday we took you to church for the first time. Yes, I know you are four months old. I've been too nervous to try. And, frankly, a bit lazy about the whole thing. But, in talking about your upcoming Baptism, I felt a little bit of that Catholic guilt. And so, off we went to the latest Mass there is on a Sunday morning, 11:00. We sat in the very back row with all the other families with infants. You were so great! While other parents were up and down, in and out, with their little ones, you stared at the lights and stained glass windows, flirted with the older woman (perhaps 15 months old) in the pew behind you, and eventually fell asleep to the organ music. Did I get much out of Sunday's sermon? Nope, couldn't tell you a thing the Priest said. But, I did learn that you can be quiet and still for a whole hour. We'll try it again this week from that very same back row.

Like A Rock Star

Last night you partied all night long. You fool people by posing for pictures like this. Because when it's just you and me, babe, you forget how to sleep. You wiggle and giggle and play in your crib all night long with no regards to my need for a few hours of shut-eye. I, too, have partied like a rockstar and I gotta tell you, sleep is so much better. Something tells me there are a few rockstars out there who would agree with me. Do you just need your paparazzi out there taking your photo so you can sleep?

Photo of The Week

Isn't that the way it goes? We love on you, You Cry.