Hmmm...I wonder what's up there...
Check out that last bit of baby hair! It blows around in the wind and is hilarious, but there is no way I'm cutting it. I love it.
A typical afternoon at home: Brew with his bone, and Maso with his Winkle.(And no, Mike and Uncle Aaron, I'm not making some dirty joke...it just is what it is.)
Drool, a new addition to Maso's clothes
I just love the look on his face.
Happy times in the Excersaucer.
I've got them both hooked. Jeopardy is a nightly tradition in our house.
Mason's 4 month check-up. 15 pounds, 6 oz. 26 inches long. He's had a bit of a constipation problem so now he ends every night with a cocktail of Metamucil and colace syrup mixed with a little formula. The jury is still out on if it is working. Last week we had a few rough days because he kept trying and trying but nothing would come out. Finally on Monday, while my mom and Sharon were babysitting, Mom gave him a suppository. After several attempts, it finally stayed where it was supposed to, and worked a few hours later. Thanks, Mom! Maso has the best Grandma ever!
Maso made the saddest face ever after his shots.
Yes, I think that is an Elvis lip. Makes Grandpa Dicky proud!
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