Alejandro, Renee and Danilo

 

 

 

 

...are good days. 

 

Last week, Aunt Lisa came into town and she and I got to know each other. 

We had a blast!   

And she and my Momma stayed in their pj's all day and talked A LOT.  ...but I guess that's good for those grown-ups.  They seemed to enjoy it! 

Aunt Lisa loves cats, so she got to know Abby too.  I don't know Abby very well.  Momma doesn't let her spend time with me.  She says I have to wait until I'm older so I can pull Abby's tail. 

Momma calls this T.K.O.  I usually look like this right after the first course of each meal.  At least, that's what she says. 

Of course we do some errands during the day, and Momma has a two-mile walk around the neighborhood that she's started doing.  So I hang out in my favorite chair and snooze.  Momma calls it vibration therapy when she walks me in my stroller over the bumpy gravel.  It makes my head wiggle. 

Every morning we all hang out before Daddy goes to work.  We're kinda' sleepy.  I guess that's my fault.  I still keep us all up for an hour at about 2 a.m.  Hey, what can I say?  A (little) man's gotta' eat, right?

This was the last time I got to wear this outfit.  Momma was bummed because it's her favorite.  The pile of clothes I'm growing out of is getting bigger.  I grow fast! 

I was lookin' for something in my pocket to give Daddy, but all I found was fuzz.  

Just a regular day in the life of a little rock star. 

 

Hey Mom and Dad...  Remember when we were kids and Elizabeth and Danielle were over for dinner one evening?  (These two lovely ladies are the neighbor girls we grew up with.  We practially LIVED at each other's house during the summer time.)  Ok, ok, there were many evenings they were over.  Well, this particular evening you had shut the door between the kitchen and the dining room, where we were eating.  At the time, I thought it was because you trusted us and wanted to give us freedom and fun on our own.  I now realize that it was probably to block out the terror and chaos that we were creating.  Because that particular evening, we were filling our hamburgers with loads of ketchup and smashing down the top of the hamburger bun as hard as possible in order to see how far the ketchup would squirt across the table!  Needless to say, it had us giggling so hard that there was the inevitable occurence of explosive milk-through-the-nose laughter.  Multiple times.  I am SO sorry to whomever had to clean up after that dinner! 

 

Well, rest easy.  Because Danilo has made retribution.  He took revenge for you two days ago after his mid-afternoon meal.  He was so sweet and calm, as he nursed quietly.  After a while, he sighed deeply, and let go.  Suddenly, he sputtered a tiny sweet little cough, tilted his head up, and proceeded to SPRAY milk through his nose all over my face and chest!  Then he gave me the nicest grin afterwards! 

 

 

Well, lest I be mistaken for a woman without a competitive nature... I figure a little retribution of my own is called for.  After all.  I can't let the grandparents get the last word, can I!? 

 

I

THINK

NOT. 

 

This is Danny's latest cutest outfit: 

 

 

Do we not agree he has THE CUTEST TOOSHIE in town?  Oh, yes. 

 

 

Oh wait!  Check this picture out! 

 

 

Wait, that's not Danny.  WHO is that?!?  Why, that's Renee (at 6 months old)!  But why, pray tell, is she dressed like a boy?  Funny you should ask!  Wouldn't you like to know?  No matter.  I'll tell you anyway.  Well, when I was a little booger sweet baby, I had a rather short torso.  It made dresses difficult, because I would always crawl on the front of them.  Being the sensible mom that she is, my Mom dressed me in pants and shirts.  So I often looked like a...  well, I looked like a boy.  When we were out and about in the grocery store the sweet little ladies would say to my parents, "Aaaaw!  What a sweet little boy!  What's his name?"  And my mom - this is where the sensibility ENDS - would reply, "Andrew."  

 

 

What!? 

 

No wait...  it gets better. 

 

My Dad's answer was, "Alvin,"  just to see the looks on the poor little ladies in the grocery store who were horrified that such a cute little baby - because I was cute - would have such a horrendous name.  (Anyone reading this named Alvin out there, please accept my humblest apologies!) 

 

When it came time to go get my six month old portraits done, my Mom dressed me in my her the favorite outfit, with the favorite hat (given to me by my uncle) and took me on down to the photography studio.  The lady said, "Aaaw, what a cute little boy!  What's his name?"   You guessed it.  "Andrew," replied my Mom.  And she proceeded to let the photographer take my photo as a BOY!! 

 

 

Yes.  I'm scarred for life.  Can you tell?   

 

At least we've got the gender-appropriate outfit on the kid now.  Here he is, wearing my baby hat (yes, that thing is 30 years old). 

 

 

 

 

Here he is with an old clown toy that was also mine.  It has a little bell inside and it was one of my favorites! 

 

"Hey, whoa!  That thing is scary!  Mom, don't you know clowns are scary to kids!?  Sheesh!" 

 

"Plus, it seriously needs to be washed.  Gross, Mom."  

 

 

"Oh, you played with that when you were a kid?  Oh, yeah, it's kinda' cool." 

 

"Hmm, what does it do?"

 

"Cool jingle!" 

 

The other day, Danny actually reached for something he'd spotted!  This is the first time he's done that.  He spent about half an hour in this little jungle-theme exercise gym.  He was totally enthralled! 

 

 

 

 

Here's a video of him playing:  (Before you press "play," scroll down to the music player on the left and stop the music.)

      

 

Now that I've figured out how to embed videos...  I promise there will be lots more to come! 

 

Check it out!  I found the coolest thing last week!