Growing with Abandon

All is well with Manning these days, and he is growing with abandon. He and Ana have implemented an exercise regimen, and we are working toward a schedule for him. We aren't there yet, but will be in the coming weeks.

Godmother Tate came to visit, and Manning put on his most mature face for her.

Nurse Underbite continues to perform her duties with grace. She is always good for a lick or some protection, depending on the situation. As you can tell from the photo above, protection was in order on this afternoon.

Nurse Underbite also serves as a pillow on occasion, and Manning has no problem propping up.

It is pretty crazy how big he is getting, and how quickly he is growing. We have our two-month doctor's appointment this Tuesday, and we are eager to learn how much he weights. Our money is on about 11 pounds or so.

I realize I have said this before, but we are truly lucky parents. He is a great baby; laid-back and easy going, given his tummy is full. When it is not, well ... I would be fussy too.

Life is What Happens

Updates have been sparse lately; my apologies. As John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you, While you're busy making other plans." 

And Manning has been busy. 

I had one of the most unique experiences yet this past week, and it has been constantly in my mind since it occurred. I put him down on Tuesday night, and he was cheerful, making faces and noises, but still in that baby-coma kind-of phase that has been evolving since he was born.

The following morning, I went to work, but when I returned home, it was like a light had turned on in his small, precious brain. He wasn't just making faces and noises; he was engaging others with these faces and noises. 

Manning is a miracle, and I continue to be blown away by him each day.

I was simply trying to keep him out of the sun, but inadvertently styled an off-kilter frame of the boy.

I don't care how old you are, if you are strolling around the neighborhood wearing a hoody, you look sketchy.

He begged me to take a picture while he was flexing. I gave in ...

The Thinker