Santa is the Bomb!!!

Dear Santa,
I'm not sure if you read blogs and normally children contact you by way of mail to the North Pole, but I figured since you're all-knowing 'omni-present', you or your helper elves would be up with the times and read this eventually...

I just wanted to say that I'm impressed. You've lived up to your reputation as the generous fat guy that gives really cool gifts to everyone on Christmas Eve. I was skeptical about the whole 'down the chimney' thing and the 'flying around the world in one night' thing that just seemed absurd, but you've pulled it off and now I'm sold. The presents you gave me totally rocked...I really like the glowing seahorse that sings lullaby's that I now sleep with every night (don't tell anyone about that). I also really liked the toy hammer, the Gaba Gaba stocking stuffers, the giant toy snake to go in my jungle room, and so on. I was honestly a little disappointed to not get the mini Hummer that I so desperately wanted so I could be a P.I.M.P., but I completely understand...with the slump in the economy and everything, even you have been hit pretty hard too...you can bring that to me next year when times are a little better.

I gave you a hard time before Christmas because you stood me up at the mall and when we finally did meet up, you scared the 'poo' out of me because of your freaky clothes and beard. But I just want to say I was wrong to judge. It wasn't right of me to pick on you for wearing red velvet with fur trimming and putting curly-cues in your long straggly beard. We all get suckered into wearing things we don't want to wear...my Mom does that to me all the time. And I shouldn't pick on you because of your round bowl full of jelly belly...I mean, we big guys have to stick together and have each others back! I was wrong and I apologize. I look forward to next Christmas Eve and you can be sure to expect a huge spread of cookies of all sorts when you make a visit to my crib...

Keep it real, Santa.

Love,
Heston

My First Christmas Present

My Gaga and Papa (my great grandparents) came over on Sunday to visit and they came bearing gifts and some of them were for me! These were my first Christmas presents and I think I could get use to this gift receiving thing...The first was a lime green, baby blue, and taupe striped sweater with a hoodie hand-knit by Gaga. It's really cool and of course I look great it in...it's hard not to, when you look this good! I wore it for my little visit with Santa. The second was a stuffed animal...a monkey that makes a funny noise, B-O-O-O-I-I-I-N-G!!!, when it's dropped on the floor. I love it and so do the crazy greyhounds. Dad busted one of them trying to steal it and she got in trouble. Those hounds...they're something else. But the monkey is fine...Dad saved it just in time because they can shred poor helpless stuffed animals in the matter of seconds. Mom found one of her childhood stuffed piggies with it's insides spilling out...Dad laughed and Mom cried. Luckily, they didn't do that to my new toy...They would have been TOAST! Mom gave them a stuffed lambie for an early Christmas gift so they wouldn't feel left out, since I keep getting all of these new tempting toys that they want for themselves. I'll probably steal it from them because it looks fun to chew on and I just might tear it to shreds too! My chompers are coming in at rapid speed and boy are they sharp!

Santa is SCARY!!!

Well, I did it. I went to see Santa. It was an experience, that's for
sure. We briefly waited in line this afternoon...there wasn't much of a
crowd because all of the church go-ers were just starting to trickle in to the mall by the time we were in line. Mom and Dad, playing 'hookie' once more, came early to avoid the post-church crowds(sinners)so the line was practically nonexistent. There was one little girl and a two teenagers ahead of me. I could hear the first little girl crying while she was on Santa's lap...that should have been my cue right there to leave immediately. But no...Mom pushed my stroller up to the front, picked me up, and then plopped me down on that scary man's lap. I turned and took one good look at him and started crying. I don't like your beard, man, your outfit, or those round rosy cheeks of yours. I still want your presents and everything, but just put me down! And let me add that the loud red velvet get-up with white fur and poorly kept white beard isn't exactly flattering. Everyone knows that velvet isn't slimming and adds a couple [hundred] pounds! (I learned that after Mom made me wear my red and white outfit to my school Christmas program.)

So needless to say, it didn't make for the most precious photos for my baby album...don't get me wrong...I still looked incredibly adorable of course, but I've done better because I had a little bit of the 'deer caught in the headlights' look going on. I was sporting my snazzy new stripped sweater that my Gaga made me for Christmas and my blue hat that my Great Nana made me, so that helped the cuteness factor a little...

...hopefully next year will be a better experience IF I choose to visit the big guy again...

(pictures to be posted soon!)

A Baby Christmas Party

You can see a few of my girlfriends in this video from my school
Christmas party...as you can tell, I was playing it cool trying to look
uninterested, but don't be deceived...I was working my game for sure! Watch how I ever-so-casually roll into Kate 'on accident' in the second clip.' Smooth, right?!

Santa Let Me Down!

I went to see the fat man in red yesterday at the mall with my Mom...I was so excited because I wanted to tell him what I wanted for Christmas and maybe tug his white beard a few times (I love to pull hair!). I mostly wanted to meet the big man, (A.K.A. Santa Claus, Papa Noel, Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas, Chris Kringle, Grandfather Frost, etc.) that I've heard so much about! And, of course, Mom wanted to get a picture of me on his lap for the photo album. BUT Jolly Old St. Nick was MIA...His helper elf said that he was on a break...Mom thinks a smoke break...but he wasn't going to be back until 3:00 and I had my Christmas Party at my school at 3:00, so we couldn't wait around. We will try again tomorrow with the crowds, but if I don't get to see him, I won't be happy! He can forget Christmas cookies and milk waiting for him on Christmas eve...I'll only leave a few carrots for the reindeer instead ('cause I can't make them pay for his mistakes)...do you think they'd like my pureed baby food carrots? I'd like to find a way to get rid of those nasty things anyway...I might leave a few jars out for them to see if we have any takers...

Poopy Pants

Warning: This post is about baby poop…skip it if you don’t care to know the wonderful particulars of baby poop.

I know there is an exceptionally large amount of discussion of poop in this blog, but let’s face the facts. Baby’s poop. It’s what we do…it’s what we’re good at…So to leave it out of the dialogue when I’m simply trying to convey a typical day in the life of a baby (me) would be totally wrong.

So now that I’m on whole foods, I’m no longer having ‘blowouts’ as I’ve stated before… meaning poop out the back of my pants, out the front, through the sides of the leg holes to my diapers…is no longer an issue. Which is all very good…very good for Mom and Dad. The reason for this is obviously clear: solid foods = solid poop [sorry]. But I have a new problem and its far worse, in my opinion…Every time I take care of my biz, it’s very uncomfortable and I look at my Mom with a beet-red face and a pitiful look like, ‘HELP ME!’ Then I start crying really hard…I don’t like the feel of it! Mom always tries to comfort me, telling me its okay because it’s just poopy, but it’s not okay! Even worse than the discomfort is having it sit in my pants like a pile of rocks until Mom and Dad figures out that it’s there. Hello, Mom and Dad…I’m packing heat (carrying a loaded weapon). Get a move on, pronto, and take care of it!…So, this big-boy poopy business stinks!...

I can Babble!

Christmas Babies

Watch Ms. Ruthia, the lady in green, who is holding me...We get DOWN!

My Big Debut as a Performer

School Christmas Program

I've finally had my big debut on stage as a performer...something I've been waiting my whole life for! Since Mom says Dad is very dramatic, I've got the genes for this sort of thing! With my smoldering good looks, my luscious red locks, and my obvious talent, you've got yourself the next Brad Pitt with red hair! So my school Christmas program was this evening and Mom and Dad didn't even know about it until last night and they almost missed the big production! AND...I would have been the only baby without a red and green outfit on if they hadn't accidentally found out about it late yesterday. Mom had to scramble to find me a Christmas outfit last minute at the mall after I went to bed. She got me a slick white and red velvet pants suit with red plaid argyle patterns on the shirt. Now that's class! Mom even bought another outfit...a green plaid collared shirt and white sweater vest with argyle as a back-up in case I had a blowout in my other one while I was at school. Please, Mom, I haven't had a complete poop explosion since I've been on whole foods...

Picking Up Chicks...

When my Mom came in to get me at my Daycare after work yesterday, she walked in on me flirting with the chubby blondie in my class. She was rolling around in front of me and I was in the process of giving her one of my irresistible grins and reaching out to pinch those chubby cheeks of hers when Mom walked in. Man, you're ruining my game, Mom! But I admit I was happy to see Mom after a long day away from her...

So I slept through the night last night and no doggies woke my Mom up this time...just Dad...so we all got a pretty good nights sleep!

I can sit! I know I said I could do this before, but technically it was a little fib...Mom and Dad realized I could only sit with a little support from my bouncy seat. But now, I can really do it but I'm a little wobbly...Mom proped me up in a tripod position and from there, I learned to balance my head and back. I think having all my chub on my lower half helps me stay propped up without much effort!

Separation Anxiety

It's official...I've started getting separation anxiety. I don't like it when my parents leave me...Especially at my daycare two days a week! Last week, when Dad dropped me off, I got upset, but Dad wasn't sure if it was just a coincidence that I cried when he left. But this morning, the minute my caretaker came in the room and picked me up, I REALLY cried! Then Dad took me back and I instantly turned off the waterworks and gave my teacher the pouty lip (I can turn it off and on when it suits my needs). No offense, lady, I like you and all but I like my Daddy better!

Me & My Juice

I can hold my bottle with one hand! Now that's talent right there...and look at me, I'm dressed like a candycane!

Snack Time: Drinking Juice and Eating Socks

I forgot to announce my very impressive new skill! I can hold a bottle all by myself...this is a big deal for Mom because I will lay on the floor and keep myself content as I sip away on my juice for at least 20 minutes. This bottle idea is something my Gram (formerly known as Nana) discovered when she came over to babysit the week before Thanksgiving. Mom had no clue that I was capable of such a feat, so she had never tried! Now I get juice and a snack between meals...the more calories the better, so I can keep my weight up...I've unfortunately dropped to the 80th percentile for weight and can't afford to slack off on the eating...I need to keep up my reputation as a big redheaded bruiser! Maybe I'll introduce protein shakes to my diet to help pack on the lbs. Luckily, I'm in the 90% for height...

So, I like to eat my socks. This sock eating thing has become a regular thing for me over the past few months...although it seemed harmless to my parents, this time I gave Mom a real scare! She put me to bed for a nap yesterday and when I woke up, I pitched a fit so my Mom would know I was ready for her to come get me out of my crib. While waiting for her, I decided to chew on my sock to kill some time. I managed to get the WHOLE sock stuffed (completely crammed!) in my mouth by the time Mom came upstairs and into my room. Mom quickly took the wadded up wet sock out of my mouth and wouldn't give it back. Needless to say, she's been taking my socks off for naps since then. I guess they make those pj's with built-in footies for a reason! Problem is, I keep outgrowing them so quickly!

Christmas Tree Shopping

Mom, Dad, and I went Christmas tree shopping this weekend! It was very exciting, but I was a little cold! I was bundled up in my cool 'motor cross' jacket that my Aunt Lara and Grammie gave me, so that helped a little. But we tried to go the weekend before and I had a meltdown at Walmart when my parents went to get bungee cords to strap the tree down with. After the meltdown, they decided we better get the tree another time. So a week later, and halfway through the month of December, we finally have a tree...and it was finally decorated last night. And it will be taken down in two weeks, so really it's a lot of work for minimal enjoyment (that's Mom talking). Dad decorated the small synthetic tree with colored lights and his mini ornaments, trying to out-do Mom's 'fancy' tree with white lights and silver & gold decorations. Dad thinks I will like his tree better one day because of the various Disney, Warner Bros., Star Wars, Sesame Street, Misfit Toys, and many other cute mini ornaments and Mom reminds him that she bought most of those ornaments for him, so technically it's HER tree! Those two..I tell ya, they are a handful! But Mom also grumbles because Dad's tree takes five minutes and Mom's tree takes hours. Right now, I don't know the difference, except they are both shiny and have things that look fun to chew on...

Baby Food Not Made By Mom = Good Food!

My mom bought me baby food from the store yesterday because of her
failed attempt to get me to eat her homemade food. Let me tell you, it
was delicious! It was much better than the cooked carrots, sweet peas,
and cooked egg yolk that she tried to feed me AGAIN the other day. Dad
said he couldn't blame me...he wouldn't like it either if he had to eat
it. When I refused to swallow the mashed up nastiness that is her
cooking for the third time, she threw in the towel and bought a
delightful assortment of food in jars...winter squash, sweet potatoes,
bananas, pears, peaches, pumpkins with pears, peas, oatmeal, carrots, carrots and tomatoes, veggie blends, prunes, you name it. It rocks! I've tried a few already and I didn't vomit ! Unfortunately, mom also bought a bunch of stuff to try cooking again because she wants to do it better this time...Give it up lady! You can't make me eat it...

So thanks to the new food added to my diet, my diaper changes are that much more interesting because my parent's reactions are priceless! Cause and effect, people...what goes in, must come out...And it ain't roses...

Sleeping Through the Night!

I slept through the night without even stirring once! I’ve done this twice before, but it’s a momentous occasion because I didn’t even wake up to ‘root around’ as my Gaga and Grammie would say. Mom and Dad didn’t wake up either, because they didn’t hear any noise on the monitor. I was just so tired from a full day at my School yesterday… Ms. Ruthia, my caretaker at the CDC, said that I was clingy all day and pitched a fit every time she put me down…Yes, embarrassing but true…I was a little bit of a baby. I hope the girls in my class didn’t see! But I wasn’t feeling too great because I had my shots (and the ‘unmentionable’, but we won’t go there) the day before at my doctor’s appointment and I have a mouthful of teef coming in, so who could blame me?

So I unfortunately missed my midnight snack that I love so much, but Mom and Dad deserve a little break I suppose. If it weren’t for the greyhounds that woke Mom up from pacing around the room because one of them had to potty, it would have been the FIRST full night’s sleep Mom would have had in a year! (No exaggeration…6 months of sleepless pregnancy and 6 months of baby). Those twiggy-legged doggies got in trouble AGAIN! Man, those two know how make Mom and Dad mad…Mom wants to know if anyone would like a new puppy? We have two up for grabs...

My Bits and Pieces

I had my 6 month checkup today and it wasn't very fun...it was quite awful, actually. Everything was going fine at first...The nurse came in and made me drop trou, which was all great fun because I love to get naked. (She said we will have to have a talk about that one day when I'm 17). But anyway, I was squealing and bouncing around because I was in the buff (except for my diaper) and then the doc came in. She then proceeded to check my ears, lungs, measure my big head, ask mom a bunch of questions, etc. No problem...I can handle it. She started to push and prod my tummy, to make sure all my insides were healthy and normal, and then she opened my diaper to have 'a peak'. Oh no she didn't! She did the routine check...easy on the jewels, woman!...and then she told me that I wasn't going to like this. HUH??? What she did next, I can't begin to describe, but it hurt BAD and I cried! Then the nurse came back in and I had to get four shots on my squishy marshmallow legs and I cried even harder! Due to the traumatic experience, Mom's pampering me all day. Thank goodness I don't have to go back for another checkup for three months and when I do, I'm not letting that doctor near my junk!

Mushy Peas

Mom was very proud of herself because she cooked up a storm trying to prepare natural and homemade baby food for me yesterday. She cooked sweet peas because several people told her that it’s a good food for babies to start out on, baby carrots, and egg yolk. She pureed each food separately and then packaged them up and put them in the fridge. Once it was time for my dinner, she pulled out the sweet peas, heated them up, and then attempted to feed them to me. NASTY!!! The minute the food touched my mouth, I grimaced and refused to swallow and left the mushy green gunk stuck to the top of my mouth. When I finally did swallow and mom tried to feed me a few more spoonfuls, I was so disgusted, I vomited the peas & the milk I drank earlier. Then I started crying…Feed that to me again, lady, and I will seriously freak out!

Mmmmm...Teething Biscuits are Good!

My Mom gave me these cool organic teething biscuits and I love them! I'm a little young to have them, but because I have so many new teeth coming in at such an early age and I've been so cranky (more than usual, that is), she made an exception. My previous announcement that I have two new top teeth coming in is actually incorrect...I have three, maybe four! Two front teeth and one on the side have already started breaking through and I potentially have one more on the other side, but you can't see it yet. But anyway, Mom watches me and makes sure any big pieces I brake off with my teeth get taken away and she feeds them to the doggy who now hovers around me every time I chew on them! My snack, doggy, not yours!

My St. Louis Trip!

I never got to post the pictures from our St. Louis trip, so here they
are! I sure had fun with my great grandparents (Great) Nana B. and Bobpa (not to be confused with my Nana, or Gram as she may decide to be called instead to prevent confusion...there are a lot of Nana's in my Mom's family already!). I got to do all sorts of cool stuff...They took me to Union Station, a cool old train station converted to a shopping mall and I ate lunch there with my Mom and Nana B. and boy did I make a lot of noise. Not so much crying, per se, but just baby gibberish and lots of if. Mom had to apologize to all the people sitting around our table. Nana B. said I am the most vocal baby she's ever met! I was just taking advantage of having an audience around us. We also got to go to the City Museum, a museum that uses reclaimed building fragments to create cool things to climb on. It was an architectural marvel and Mom was in hog heaven. She said all architects need to visit this place before they die! (http://www.citymuseum.org/home.asp). I definitely plan to go back there in a few years when I am old enough to climb around on everything. I'm sure I'll be able to climb well with my monkey toes, or my opposable thumbs for toes as Dad and Mom call them...

But because I can be such a handful for Mom, we mostly spent time hanging out at home with family. I got to see my Great Aunt Diane and Aunt Lynn a lot and my Great Uncle Bill and my second cousin Sam babysat me while Mom went to see Kayla play the cello at her recital. I gave those two a hard time and pitched a red-headed tantrum! I even refused to eat my dinner when they tried to feed me. I think I wore Uncle Bill down! I also got to play with my second cousins Kayla and Amelia a lot too while we were visiting and they are very fun, as I'm sure you can see in my 'Heston is the Best' video clip I posted a week or so ago! I also got to try out my musical skills on the piano...I really enjoyed banging on it and making lots of noise. Speaking of noise, (but nice noise, that is) Nana B. played the cello for me and I was absolutely mesmerized. The deep low sound of the cello had me transfixed for several minutes as she played and everyone is now convince that I may be the next Yo-Yo Ma, but with wild red hair. I do like an audience and making noise, so you never know! But out of this trip, Mom has decided that I will play a musical instrument of some sort...of my choosing of course...and that I'm not to be ALL brawn and focus solely on sports as my Daddy wants me to do!

Side Note about the pictures: The absolutely adorable photo of me in my coordinating blue hat and sweater was the outfit Nana B. made for me! I'm also supposed to point out that Nana B. doesn't have any makeup in some of these pictures and she'll probably be mortified that I posted them...but she looks far better than even a 20 year old would look without makeup, so she has nothing to worry about. Mom hopes she looks that good when she's a great grandmother one day!

Thanksgiving Pics

We had a wonderful time with the Alvords, Carlson's and Johnson's on my mom's side and the Lazenby's, Rogers, and McMahon's on my Dad's side over Thanksgiving. It was exciting being able to see all my family and I even got to play with Adelyn Rogers, my second cousin, who is 4 months younger than me. I just know we will have fun playing one day!

I'm a Big Boy!

What the...? Hey, get your nose out of my biz, doggie! Yes, I'm aware that I need a diaper change, thanks...

My first Thanksgiving was awesome and the best part about it, besides getting to see all my family, was the food! And I'm not talking milk either, because although that's good and I can't do without it, it doesn't compare to sweets! I got to have my first real food yesterday...Mom fed me sweet potatoes and boy was it tasty. I wasn't quite sure about it at first, because it was different than anything I've ever had, but I definitely started to enjoy it. Nana doctored it up with sugar and cinnamon for Thanksgiving dinner and Mom thought it would be the perfect real food to try out first...she was right! Then when we went back to my grandparents house today, my Mom fed me mashed bananas. Those were just as good! I also tried one small spoonful of pumpkin pie (without the pie crust of course) and my grandpa gave me a tiny spoonful of his ice cream. It was an evening of new and interesting flavors! I could get use to this big-boy food thing...although Mom says I'm going to have to start eating veggies too and I'm not so sure about that. Keep the sweets coming, but I'll pass on the bunny food...

I'm also very proud to announce that I have two new pearly whites coming in on the top. (Mom's mortified because I bit her a few times today...I won't disclose where). But the nice thing about having more teeth is that I'm that much closer to sinking them into a nice big steak...or a hamburger...or BBQ...or pizza...or a fried turkey...or a cheese steak...or any other 'man food' that sounds interesting to try. I can't wait! So all I want for Christmas is my two front teef!

Good News!

So I thought everyone would be happy to know that I DID poop today! Mom was on poop patrol all morning, checking my diaper every time she got a whiff of something funky. But it never happened...It was just toots! So Mom called the doctor worried because
I hadn't pooped since Saturday. She followed the doc's instructions and bought apple juice and pedialyte (to help me poop) and it was all a waste of time because I took care of my biz before she had time to give it to me. Aunt Lara, Grammie, and Papa babysat me while Mom got her hair done and when she came home...Ta Da! I had already done the deed! Mom praised me for a job well done and we danced around a little to celebrate. Boy, was my diaper a bad one and as Grammie might say, 'The flood gates opened!' I thought it would be special to save it for when Aunt Lara was around to help change me...She came all the way from Texas for the holidays and I had to give her an experience to remember when she goes back to school!

Since tomorrow is my first Thanksgiving, I would like to take this opportunity to think about all of my many blessings and I'm so appreciative of all that I have, my loved ones, and my health. I'm also very thankful that I pooped today, because man, that would be rough going another day feeling miserable and especially on Thanksgiving!

I hope everyone has a happy Turkey Day tomorrow! Gobble Gobble

Travel is Exhausting!!

So Mom and I have been home from St. Louis for a week and it was a wonderful trip and
we loved seeing family, but Mom's POOPED and still recovering! I think she underestimated how much of a handful I can be...especially when she's
taking care of me solo without Dad! Dad asked mom if she missed
him...she said she definitely did, but especially because he wasn't
there to do the night shift diaper duty! (Kidding, of course). So Mom's
exhaustion is the reason for the abandonment of the blog for so
long...a whole week! (Considering I post blogs hourly, that's a big
deal). So to my extensive fanbase, I do apologize...

So a quick recap on my flight home... I was fussy before we even stepped on the plane...It was an evening flight, I skipped my nap, and I wasn't happy. Everyone waiting to board the plane was staring at us as I was screaming and Mom was pacing and one person even asked if we were flying on that flight. No, Lady, we just thought we'd stand around here for fun! Sheesh! We couldn't preboard (again), so mom was flustered from the get-go and had a fun discussion with the steward boarding the plane. Things only went downhill from there when she had to board after half the plane was filled and had to bump into everyone on the way down the isle. We sat all the way in the back and Mom assumed (and hoped) that nobody in their right mind would sit down next to the lady with the baby...wrong! Some poor sap plopped down right next to us. I started squalling shortly after and I rejected the bottle Mom was trying to feed me. She attempted for several minutes to get me to drink out of it (so again, my ears wouldn't pop at lift-off), but I wasn't having any of it. Yuk, give me the 'good stuff' already! I screamed for 5 minutes straight and just as the plane was lifting off, Mom gave up and nursed me...as discretely as possible...but with a man sitting right next to us! At that point, Mom could care less. I was still difficult during my feeding, but eventually fell asleep. Mom was relieved. The good thing is, I was the best baby of the bunch...we could hear several other babies throughout the plane and they were far louder than me! AND I didn't poop on the plane, unlike the baby behind us, so I deserve a LITTLE credit...

So we are back at home and starting to get back to a routine. However, I was sick yesterday and had a fever and boy was I pitiful...Mom, Dad, and Grammie, who was watching me for part of the day, must have felt bad for me because I was pampered, held, and rocked non-stop. That helped a little and I liked the constant attention. I'm better today, except for the fact that I haven't pooped in 3 days. Mom's worried, but I assured her that I'm just a little backed up and it'll happen all in good time. I'll be sure to update you tomorrow on the status of that...cross your fingers!

Rap Supastar Cousins!

These are my cool older (2nd) cousins, Kayla and Amelia, performing 'Heston is the Best!'...the song is pretty catchy, if I don't mind saying so myself...

Mama Drama

I said I wasn't going to blog until my week back from vacation, but I lied! My first flight yesterday was far too interesting not to share!

There was a little bit of drama for Mom...For starters, Mom forgot my bottle in the car and realized it after we checked our luggage at the airport. Of all of the things to forget, that would be the worst! But not a big deal...Mom made Dad run back to the car to get it. Thanks Dad...I can't be without my milk! Then we were off...Dad kissed us goodbye and Mom and I went to sit down at our gate about an hour before the flight. About 30 minutes into it, Mom decided to take me to the bathroom and change me 'just in case'...better try now before it becomes difficult on the plane. To Mom's pleasant surprise, when she opened my diaper to check me, my diaper was dry and poop free...until, of course, I peed all over the place! Ha ha...I got it all over my overalls, all over my shirt, and it ran down my side and onto my back and I was lying in it! What a mess I made...you'd think she'd have this pee thing figured out by now! (Seriously). So she stripped me down, cleaned me off, put on a fresh diaper, and went to grab clean back-up clothes out of my carry-on bag...only, she forgot to pack them! They were all in my suitcase that she dropped off at the baggage check. Not good. She was almost in tears, but not me...I was squealing and having a great time! I love a cold wipe on the hiney every now-and-then! So Mom had a tough decision to make...carry me around the airport with nothing but a diaper on, like a Hill-billy baby, or put on stinky wet clothes. She dabbed my overalls & T-shirt off with a paper towel and put them back on. Then she strapped me to her in the Baby Bjorn (pee and all) and went back to the gate. Mom prayed to the airplane Gods that I wouldn't poop on the flight.

Our plane started to pre-board and mom went up to give the steward our tickets...except they said only business elite could board and that 'they don't do that anymore' for Mom's with baby's. You've GOT to be kidding me. They made us board last, after everyone was settled and all the 'open seating' was pretty much filled. She asked the flight attendant at the front of the plane, 'Where she recommended we sit,' and the flight attendant rudely said, 'Sit wherever...it's open seating.' Yeah, we got that part, but Mom politely pointed out that it might be nice to have a seat by the bathrooms since she had a little one, but the stewardess didn't seem to be too concerned about our situation. Mom was fuming! So we headed toward the isle...the plane was packed all the way down...and Mom attempted to squeeze through the isle with a baby strapped on front, two baby bags hanging on both sides of her, and a thick baby blanket and toys in her arms...we were as wide as the plane and about to bump into everyone as we walked through to find a seat. One lady offered mom her seat at the front, mom politely refused and thanked her but said it wasn't necessary, but the lady insisted. Sweet! However the guy sitting in the seat next to us looked pretty devastated! Mom apologized for his bad luck of sitting next to the lady with a potentially fussy baby. Who me? Whatever...it's Mom he should be worried about at this point! She might cry more than me! But he was cool...the plane was approaching lift-off when Mom was holding me, scrambling to get my bottle (so I could drink it when we took off so my ears wouldn't pop), open packets of formula and dump it into the bottle of water, all while I was trying to play with it! Tricky! The guy took the bottle from mom, filled the remaining packets of formula in there, shook it up, and handed it back. Whoa, he's done that before! I started drinking contently and we lifted off. Thanks milk-guy. You're not bad...so I stared at him with admiration the entire time I drank my milk. He seemed to get a kick out of that...

After I ate, I slept for a while and when I woke up, we were making our descent. I played a little and milk-guy even played with me too. It was a good time. I made a few squeals of protest towards the end for good measure, but I figured I had better be easy on Mom or she might loose it.

Once we landed, we graciously thanked Milk-guy and we were on our way off to baggage claim. Mom gathered our giant suitcase, my giant car seat, two carry-on bags, my blanket, and me and pondered how she was going to carry all this stuff to the pickup area outside where Great Nana B. was waiting...she didn't have cash to rent one of those luggage cart things. Again...not good! Another outstanding citizen offered to load up our luggage on his cart and carry it out to the pick-up area. So chivalry isn't dead after all! Mom thanked him two dozen times (if not more), told him he was an angel, and then we met up with Great Nana B! It was quite an adventure...and Mom praised me multiple times for being the 'perfect' travel baby. No big whoop...I'm a sweetie and I do what I can...My good behavior on the flight made her forget about the great pee incident an hour before!

So Mom wanted me to announce that Southwest Airlines stinks a big fat poopy diaper...I offered to leave them a little present in my seat for the witchy stewardess to find, but Mom declined. Poo!...(no pun intended)...

My First Flight!

I'm so excited! I get to fly to St. Louis to visit my great grandparents, my great aunt's and uncles, and my second cousins with my Mom this week! It will be my first time to fly and my first time to meet my mom's family, except Great Nana B...she came down to take care of me when I was born...a LONG time ago...5 1/2 months already (my entire existence)! She might not even recognize me, since I've lost most of my luxurious orange hair and my sideburns, or my 'chops' as Mom and Dad called them. Mom's a little nervous about the flight...she's already prepared an apology for all of the people sitting around us on the plane...I'm not sure why. But anyway...when we get there, I will have a different crib, a different stroller, and new toys! Cool! Mom's grandma & aunts scrounged up a bunch of baby stuff so we don't have to lug all of my stuff on the plane. Mom will have her hands full with me alone...

Mom told me that my great grandparents house has a whole room downstairs with carpet...I can roll all over the floor to my hearts content! No more worries of rolling off the rug and onto the hardwood floors. Exciting! This will be the best vacation ever!

This will be my last post for the week...I'm sure Mom will be taking TONS of pictures of me on my first va-cay, so I'll be sure to post them next week when we get back!

Fun Sunday in Bed!

Scooting Around

Last night, my Mommy and Daddy were watching me as I played on my new rain forest floor mat. I was lying on my back playing with the dangly-toy-things that hang over the mat when I flipped over onto my tummy and almost started scooting. I did this by scrunching my knees up close to my body as they were flattened against the ground…almost like those battery operated toy soldiers that can creep along the floor! I know my parents were impressed, I could see it in their faces! But they bought the rain forest play mat a little too late…It keeps me entertained for a long time, but it’s a challenge just to keep me from rolling or scooting off of it. My favorite thing to do is roll around, flipping myself from one side to the other. They constantly have to put me back on the mat, because I’m rolling off of it and into furniture! Life is about to get really chaotic for Mom and Dad, because I’m determined to get this crawling thing down soon! Get ready!

Hanging With The Hounds

The Big Day! V-DAY 2008!

I went to vote today! Well...okay, my mom voted and I watched, but it was still exciting! I tried to eat the ballot when she finished (literally). One guy told me that he hoped I had my drivers licence with me! Funny guy... I told him that I can hardly sit up and I poop in my own pants...I probably won't be voting for two more decades!

You can kind of see in the photo that I'm sporting my red, white, and blue outfit for the special occasion...I'm even wearing my white socks with red and blue stripes with stars on them. You don't get much more put-together than that!

I can sit on my own!

Look at me! I'm sitting on my own and I'm going to bust out of this chair! (Mom happened to have a camera near by when I did this!).

So much for the reclining bouncy seat...I'm done with it. I taught myself to sit up on my own today without any help. Mom came home this evening and put me in my all-purpose vibrating bouncy seat...she loves it because its the one thing that keeps me entertained while she cooks, eats, showers, puts on her makeup, you name it...all while I sit contently in my chair, vibrating away. But NOW she won't be able to do that, because I could wiggle out of it...ha ha! Mom cried a little when she realized that the 'magic chair' is no longer...

Now if I could just tackle this crawling thing...

Art and Granola

Here we are at the Moss Rock Festival...The weather was awesome
and the art was pretty cool too.

Art With The Hippies

I'm catching a ride with Nana at the Moss Rock Festival on Sunday! Weeeeee!

I had another fun weekend with my Nana, Aunt Lisa and Uncle Todd! Mom and Dad went to dinner while Nana and Aunt Lisa hung out with me at my crib on Saturday night. I got to stay up late, play, and I entertained them for a few hours. Aunt Lisa cracked me up doing peek-a-boo and the airplane with my spoon while she fed me rice cereal...she's funny and I laughed a lot! Mom's never done that before...

Sunday afternoon, we went to the Moss Rock Art Festival at the Preserve...a festival that celebrates Nature and it was crowded with Hippies! Dad said Nana blended right in. They handed out organic cotton bags at the entrance, which provided me with plenty of entertainment...I chewed on mine the entire time! Tasty! I also got a lot of attention (as usual) for my dashing good looks and my cool ride in the Baby Bjorn on Nana. A photographer even snapped a few pics of me in the Bjorn when my mom was holding me. He'll probably win an award for that picture, since it's bound to be adorable. I also got MORE comments about me being a happy baby...yada yada yada...tell me something new people! I'm incredibly cute and smiley, that's been established...

So that was my weekend...good times. Although there was one minor mishap...I felt kind of bad this morning...I was laying on my parents bed in the wee hours of the morning when I decided to get up and play and I was a little too energetic...I accidentally kicked my mom in the eyeball pretty hard...Dad thought it was funny and I laughed too, until we both noticed she was in pain. She recovered quick, though, and was back to normal in no time, so that's good!

Happy Halloween

I'm a monkey and I'm going CRAZY!!!

This was my first Halloween and it was awesome! I went to two parties...one at the children's development center with my mom and all of my baby friends and a block party in our neighborhood two houses down with my Mom and Dad...It was fun, but I was a little worn-out at the block party after a long day, so we only stayed a little bit. We also had to get back to the house to get ready for the trick-or-treaters. I didn't get to go trick-or-treating this year because I can't eat candy because I only have two teeth... maybe next year when I'm eating whole foods. If I'm anything like my Mommy and Daddy, I will have a sweet tooth BIG TIME, so I'm sure I'll enjoy it.

Unfortunately, I didn't stay up to greet the kids that came to the door...I was too sleepy, so mom fed me, bathed me, I peed on her when she was bathing me, and then I went to sleep...Overall, it was a good day.

Next year for Halloween, Mom said she wants to dress me as Ron Weasley from Harry Potter, since I have red hair just like he does! Cool!

Monkey Business on Halloween

I was pretty sleepy at the neighborhood block party...
as you can see, very few smiles!

Here I am in both of my costumes...a monkey and a pumpkin!
I decided to wear the monkey to the block party because
I looked so darn cute in it...

Smack Yo' Mama

Last night, my mom was really tired because she had the entire night shift, so she could let Dad rest…Daddy was sick in a bad way (He spit-up more than I did!) After waking up multiple times before 1:00, she fed me and then laid me down next to her and fell asleep for a few minutes. I smacked her in the face a few times to wake her up and it worked! When she opened her eyes, I gave her a BIG toothy smile…I was ready to play! Unfortunately, she decided it was time to take me back to my crib. Since I was pretty tired myself, I curled up into my little ball with my arms and legs tucked underneath me with my bum sticking up (I like to sleep that way now) and went to bed. I let mom sleep for a few more hours, but she was a zombie in the morning! I decided to be easy on her this morning, since she seemed to have a rough night, and I didn’t pee on her when she changed my diaper…I’ll hold off until she picks me up from school later today…

Model Shots

If mom takes one more photo, I'm going to freak out!

(She thought I looked so stylish in my new jeans...so she took TONS of pictures).

Laid back Tuesdays

Check out my new threads...don't I look like a cool snowboarder, dude? My Gaga made me this hat and I got a lot of comments from the ladies today, when I went shopping with my mom. Everyone thinks I'm so cute, and who could blame them, right? I was flirting with one lady, flashing my two pearly whites and smiling, while my mom was buying me some winter clothes, and the lady kept going on and on about me. She asked my mom if I was about 8 or 9 months old. Uh...try again, lady. I'm 5 months old! (Their jaws always drop when my mom tells them my real age). That's the 2nd lady this week that thought I was 3-4 months older than I am...They are obviously impressed with my two new teeth, my intellect, and my build. And every place my mom stopped today, everyone said I look like such a happy baby...Life's good, what can I say? I get milk on command, take 2-3 naps a day, get to poop in my pants and mom takes care of it...it's not bad being a baby!

Monday's with Grammie

This Monday was especially fun...I got to see Dinosaurs and the aquarium at the McWayne Center with Grammie! It was so cool and very educational...I've never seen dinosaur bones before, and boy were they big! I even wore my new dinosaur jumpsuit that my Mom bought for me and I'm wearing it in the pictures...Dad thought she spent too much on it, but Mom says every little boy needs a cool dinosaur jumpsuit!

So Grammie watches me every Monday when mommy goes to work. We have so much fun...we go shopping at the mall and meet up with my great Grandparents, Gaga and Papa, for lunch. Sometimes my Uncle Brent or my Papa will come along too! I have so much fun that it wears me out and I fall asleep in my stroller every time. Grammie loves it because the mall keeps me entertained...I get bored easily and when I do, it's trouble!

Little Ranch Hand

Feeding the Horses...and myself...I may not be eating
whole foods, but I'll sure try!

Sunday at the Ranch!

If you think I'm giving my carrot to the horses, think again...it's mine!

I got to visit my Nana and Grandpa, Aunt Lisa and Uncle Todd, and all the cats, dogs, and horses at the Ranch this weekend...it was fun! It was my first time to see a horse and it was very interesting... and I was impressed...those horses are smellier than my poopy diapers! While we were petting the horses, one of the crazy greyhounds snuck under the fence and was hanging out in the horse pens...I guess she thinks she's one of them because she has long twiggy legs like a horse and can run fast. But my Mom and Dad were freaking out and the doggy got in trouble...those greyhounds really know how to push their buttons! It was pretty exciting to watch...

Spit Bubble Expert!

Can You Do This?

Chomp Chomp

Snack Attack!

Nibble Nibble

Yummy!!!

Mommy's Little Fireball...

I can fly!...Now all I need is a cape...and some muscles like my daddy...and I'll be Super Baby!

I have a few new things I started doing the past couple of days. First, I love to roll up into a ball (Mom calls it a fireball!)…I scrunch my legs and arms up under me when my mom lays me down on my tummy. It makes it difficult for my mom to tuck me into bed, which is exactly why I do it! It has been chilly lately and she wants to keep me warm, so she puts a thick baby quilt on me and tucks the sides of the quilt into the edges of the bed. I know what she’s trying to do…get me tightly tucked into bed so I can’t move around as much (or do the baby burrito like I do with my light-weight blanket)! But I know exactly how to avoid that…I curl up into my ball, mom tucks the covers in, and when she leaves, I flatten out and then the covers are loose! Voila! I am then free to wiggle around the crib! Ha ha!

As I’ve said before, I’m always very upset when it’s nap time and I have a new way to show my displeasure with my Mom when she puts me to bed…I kick my legs against the side of the crib and it makes a loud banging noise! It’s crazy… It even vibrates through the floor, so when my Mom and Dad are trying to sleep in their room downstairs at night, I wake them up! It’s great…except that I’ve gotten my ‘marshmallow’ leg caught between the rungs a few times and then I really start wailing…I don’t like that one bit! I also roll to the edges of the crib and get my arm stuck occasionally, which doesn’t feel too great, but the up-side to all of this is that my mom can’t let me ‘cry it out’ anymore! She always has to check on me when I’m crying to make sure I’m not stuck. My wail is generally a few octaves higher when that happens, but she has to check on me just in case. It’s cool... and she tries to sneak in so I don’t notice her, but I can hear her coming up the stairs and I always do. When I see her, I either start crying louder or I smile and laugh…it depends on how worked up I am. And because I’ve also resumed waking up several times a night, Mom and Dad have no choice but to come get me, or I’ll be stuck all night. Mom keeps mumbling that the bumpers need to be added back (ribbons are being added so they can be secured tightly to the crib rungs). I’m sure I’ll find a way around those too. Oh…and my Mom put this sheer gauzy fabric draped over my crib for an ‘exotic’ effect for my travel-themed nursery. I mean, the temptation is just too great, Mom…seriously…what were you thinking? She’s had to pull it away from the edges of the crib last night to prevent me from tearing it down.

Despite all my recent activities, tantrums, and my resistance to naps, Mom is still calling me ‘Sweet Cheeks.’ I guess I’m still her sweet little munchkin. I am adorable, and every time we go out shopping together, everyone comments on how well behaved and ‘smiley’ I am. I do love to smile, as you see in my many photos...but well behaved...only when I choose to be!

My Wild Weekend Pictures

Sunday Fun Time

Mom, Dad, and I went to meet up with my Grammie, Papa, and Uncle Brent (who is a redhead just like me!) at the Tavern for lunch today...I squealed a lot so everyone sitting next to our table would notice me! Mission accomplished, I think! I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon at my grandparents house and had a wonderful time. Grammie spoils me and always has cool new toys for me to play with...

As you can see in this picture, I'm bundled up in my winter snow bunny outfit...it's starting to get really chilly and mom made sure I was bundled up so I could stay warm. This is my first Fall and I love the weather...it's a nice change from the hot and humid Southern summers. My Mommy and Daddy have taken me on several stroller rides, now that it's comfortable enough outside to take leisure walks and I'm finally getting better about riding in a stroller. I use to scream my head off every time my mom took me on a walk and she ended up holding me while pushing the stroller at the same time to keep me content. I love to be held and I have her trained well! But now that I'm big enough to sit facing outward, I enjoy looking at all the interesting things around me outside, so I'm not being as difficult for her, which is very nice of me...

My Wild Saturday Night

Squeal!!! Rambunctious redhead on the loose!

I had a great night last night...I got to go hang out with my Nana, while Mom and Dad had another date night...they seem to be doing that a lot lately! But that's okay, because I always have fun at Nana's. I even got to stay up late past my bedtime! My auntie Lisa came over after a while and she's fun...although she likes to squeeze my chubby cheeks for some reason...I'm not sure what I think about that! But as you can see in this picture, we're having a great time!

Saturday afternoon, my mom put me down for a nap...I wasn't too crazy about the idea, so I cried and cried. Mom came up to check on me when I wouldn't calm down (sucker!) and right when she walked in the room, I scrunched up my legs underneath me when I was lying on my tummy and launched myself up and over onto my back! I could tell I shocked my mom, by the look on her face. I can finally flip myself over from front to back...Impressive, right? So once I figured out how to do that, I've been rolling from one side of the crib to the other. It's cool! The only problem is that I get wrapped up in my blankee like a burrito! Mom calls it a 'baby burrito,' which is also what she calls me after I take a bath and she wraps me up in my white baby towel.

Mom thinks I should be crawling soon because of how well I can tuck my legs up underneath me and push off when I roll over. Forget that! I'm going to bypass crawling and go straight to walking. Have you seen my sturdy legs? They're pretty stout and everyone always comments on them...even strangers! The other week, when I went to the art festival and my mom was putting sunscreen on my legs, Nana said it was like "greasing a marshmallow!" Easy lady...I'm just big boned...

I'll post more pictures from this weekend when I get a chance...

Rolling, Reaching, and Recognizing!

Ms. Ruthia, my caretaker at the children’s development center (CDC), is very impressed with my development lately. She told my mommy that I can roll over onto my tummy at lightning speed… and that it seems to have happened overnight! Please, that's old news, lady...I've been doing it for days! Mom and Dad think that all the personal time in my crib this past week is paying off because I’m forced to spend time on my own to discover my own abilities! Mom thinks my rice cereal and juice that I started eating two weeks ago are also contributing to my energy. I love my cereal…Mom and Dad can’t shovel it in fast enough…but I’m not ready to give up my milk just yet.

I’m also doing fantastic with my hand-and-eye coordination. I’ve been able to grip things with my hands for over a month now, but I’ve just recently started entertaining myself and playing with toys for extended periods of time and I love to hold my own toys to chew on. Mom’s hair and necklaces are also fun to tug on! I even grabbed one of the greyhound's ears yesterday (YES! Success!)...she squealed and ran off, and this is the calm & quiet one...I didn't know she made noises like the crazy one!

I definitely recognize my mommy and daddy’s voices and faces now. When Dad came to pick me up yesterday at the CDC, I was busy playing in the jumperoo just like the one I have at home. Dad reached down and touched my hand and I grabbed onto his finger and wouldn’t let go, but didn’t look up to see who was there. Then Dad called my name and I looked up surprised and gave him a big grin! It's the funny guy! I did the same for my mom when she came by during her lunch break today for a visit. Then one baby crawled up to my mom and wanted to be held, but I told that baby to, “Back off squirt…That's my mommy!”

I'm looking forward to a leisure weekend of biting, napping, eating and playing (and pooping). I hope everyone gets to do the same!

I did it!

Last night, I slept through the night!...Mom and Dad were very excited about this! (I've only done this once before, and that was when I got my four month shots and wasn't feeling well, so that doesn't count according to Mom). I woke up once or twice but didn't cry...I just wiggled around for a while and then went back to sleep. At 5:00, I woke up, got some milk and then went back to sleep again until 7:00. I feel well rested and so do my parents, apparently...They were pretty chipper this morning! Mom has been reading some 'how to' baby book and has been congratulating herself for getting me on a schedule. I deserve a little credit too, milk lady!

When Mom came in to get me out of my crib this morning, I was a little excited and couldn't control myself...right when she opened my diaper to change me, I peed! Ha ha...I peed all over her and myself...we both had to take a bath. Mom was a little groggy at first, but she woke up quickly when that happened! I do that often and always get funny reactions (Mom screams, Dad jumps, etc.), so I try to keep that a morning ritual...My next goal is to get Mom or Dad when they're dressed and ready for work. That would be entertaining!

So, I love to bite things lately...stuffed animals, blankets, plastic toys, my parents hands, etc. (I'm eyeing the greyhounds next...they might be fun to chew on...every time I reach for them, they run off, so I need to time it better). Last week, two of my bottom teeth started to come in and I'm chewing on everything and drooling a lot. My Dad teethed early too when he was a baby, so I'm a chip off the old block! It's pretty impressive to get teeth at 4 months, when most get theirs at 6 months. I'm hoping I'll grow a nice 'stache' early too...all the other baby boys would be jealous...

Well, it's nap time...Bye for now!

Rainforest Jumperoo!

Oooo...That looks interesting...

Can I help you, Mom? Kinda busy here...

Get in my Belly!

Weekend Fun Pictures

How you do'in?

Can I go swimming in there, Dad?

This guy cracks me up!

Weekend Fun

Whose that handsome fella?

This weekend was pretty fun! I took a couple of naps, went shopping with my mom at Baby's R Us while Dad watched football (A typical weekend!), and best of all, I got to see my grandparents! Nana babysat me on Saturday night so mom and dad could have a 'date night.' Nana and I had a great time dancing to music on TV (Nana told my mom I was very fascinated by the dancing ladies on the tube ...they had nice legs!). On Sunday, I got to see my Grammie and Papa too. Papa always makes tooting noises with his mouth...he's a riot!

Mom is very impressed with my many accomplishments lately...now that I can roll and flip myself over, every time my mom puts me to bed, I flip over onto my tummy before going to sleep (Sure, I'm pitching a fit in the process, but it's impressive none the less). The only problem is, I can never flip myself back! No bother...I'm working on that and getting good at supporting myself up with my arms, so I should be able to do that soon. I prefer sleeping on my tummy anyway, even though I'm not supposed to. I'm a rebel!

Yesterday when my mom came home from work, Dad was holding me so I could greet her at the door. When I saw her, I was so happy and I reached out for her with both of my arms...she seemed very excited about that for some reason...not sure why, but I'll keep doing it because I got showered with kisses!

The Triple Threat!

They did it again and I'm pretty annoyed! I woke up this morning at 7:00 with a vengeance...kicking and screaming, but when Mom and Dad came in to get me out of my crib, I was all smiles. "No worry, I'll get them back," I thought to myself. They took me down to their bed to feed me and I guess they thought they could lull me back to sleep again for a lazy Saturday morning if I laid down with them....clueless! I ate, played enthusiastically, and then it happened. The triple threat! The toot-cough-projectile vomit reaction ALL AT ONCE! And on mom and all over their sheets! It was unreal...I didn't know I had it in me. I mean, the standard dual reaction sneeze-toot or the cough-toot is all a regular occurrence with me. Mom calls it multitasking...I call it mad skills! But to do all three things at once, that's God given talent my friend! I really outdid myself with this one...

This picture is from this morning after I got a bath. I'm wearing my Grandpa's blue corduroy baby outfit that he wore back in the 50's! Don't I look snazzy...and the retro look is all the rage right now, so I'll be wearing this outfit for the ladies. There is a chubby one at my daycare that I have my eye on...she's a looker!

Outlaw!

I can ROLL!

Last night, my mom let me cry it out a little in my crib...I was not happy! I use to sleep soundly and get up once in the night. Then I figured out that every time I cry or make noises, my mom comes and feeds me milk! Cool! So, I started crying every 2 to 3 hours throughout the night the past few weeks...totalling four times that my Dad has to get up to change me and my mom feeds me. Mom has been cranky and I can't figure out why. But last night, they didn't respond to my every whimper and babble! 'What's going on?', I thought. I kicked around in the crib for a while, wiggled around so much that I taught myself to flip over (hey, that's fun!), and pitched a fit and cried a little...all of it was very exhausting! I wore myself out so much that I slept soundly until morning. They better not do that again tonight...I like my midnight snacks!

About Time! (A Note from Mom...)

Heston finally has a blog!...or his mom does for him...but after four months of dragging my feet and procrastinating, I finally sat down and started this blog before he's old enough to drive! Well...let's be honest here...what new mom has the time to dabble in baby blogs, when there is a screaming, pooping, peeing, endlessly hungry, demanding, always wants to be held, feisty but sweet red head baby to tend to? Not this mom! (For the first few months anyway). But now that we have somewhat of a sleep routine down, I actually have a few hours peace in the evenings to myself and can manage a few baby updates from time to time. I know I will enjoy it because as any proud mama would, an opportunity to talk or brag about their child is always welcome!

Heston is growing and changing rapidly and developing new impressive baby skills by the hour! I wanted to start a blog that shares his weekly accomplishments, photos as he grows, and the many wonderful experiences we will have as first time parents with our family and friends. The first four months have been unbelievably wonderful and I look forward to writing about the many wonderful things to come...