Monday, January 8

Shut. Your. Mouth.

"Shut. Your. Mouth." Good advice for new parents, anxious to help their children "fly" overhead. Better advice for new parents? Don't do it within one hour of feeding said child. Somehow, Adrian didn't get that memo. (I'm still laughing out loud every time I think about it.)



Sam thoroughly enjoyed his first Christmas and it's fun watching him play with all of his new toys. (He didn't get that flat screen TV that we told Santa he wanted, but there's always next year.) He's quickly growing into his toys and finally getting to use some of the things we received as shower gifts or as "welcome Sam" gifts. He's even managed to figure out a way to saddle up to his piano and, we're hoping, earn a few bucks playing for a bunch of drunks (seen here).

As it's been awhile since the last post, we've noticed big changes in our little man. He's eating solid food, although not enjoying it very much despite my promises of future pizzas and ice cream sundaes. We've also discovered further evidence that he may not actually be ours: he seems to like peas the best thus far. (Blech.)

He's very close to rolling over, prompting a recent trip to Babies R Us to purchase a gate for the stairs. He's coming VERY close, but hasn't quite made it. His best efforts come from attempts to look at himself in the mirror, so I'm already envisioning teenage years filled with lots of primping and too much cologne.

Rumor has it that he's quite a card player, so between taking requests on the piano and 5-card stud, we're hoping college will take care of itself.

1 comment:

Colleen said...

love the picture of the mirror...he is so damn cute! can't wait to see him in full Bulldawg attire.