My Third Month

I just turned three months on August 15th and they say I'm growing like a weed. I weigh over 13 pounds now. I say I'm growing like a baby not a weed, but they still don't seem to understand my words even though I talk a lot.


This was a fun day. The neighbors brought their baby over to see me and Elliott.



I get to take baths again now that my face is all healed. It's fun! Mom and Dad said I look like a Jedi in my towel. I don't know what that is, but I heard them say something about special powers so I guess it's OK to be a Jedi.


One special power I have now is the power to sleep anywhere:

I just got a new chair with my name and everything and it's small enough that I already kind of fit in it. Here I am, lounging:


Here I am with my bunny again. I wrestle lots with dad, so here's a move I learned:


I'm not just bigger than the bunny now, I'm smarter too! Sometimes I help mom and dad water the garden (OK really I just go with them, but some day I'll help). We grew these tomatoes, daddy made the bread, and daddy caught the fish. The rest of it all came fresh from friends and relatives...


OK, that picture isn't nearly as great because it doesn't have a cute baby (namely me) in it, but my parents are pretty proud of their garden so I said it was OK and I'd share my blog.

Babies, babies, babies...

This is a baby nest. I'm glad Atticus was on the bottom because he's a lot bigger than I am, and soft so he makes a good pillow. The other baby is my cousin Olivia.


Here I am with my cousin Elliott in daddy's comfy chair:

Here we are with our moms:


And last, but not least, here I am with my cousin Paige. She's nice and she likes to hold me.

Great Escapes...

When I got home from the big brick building, mom made me a special new place to sleep. Instead of my big crib, I stayed in the little white crib and it was propped up on one end and mom built me a little nest. I could barely move! And to make things worse, all the sudden I couldn't bend my arms either!


This really frustrated me:



After a while, I found out that if I moved around a lot, then my arms would be free:
When mom came in on that day, she was amazed at how far I threw that arm band!

At night it was worse. They would put those bands on and then they would wrap me in this fuzzy thing that mom called a straight jacket, but I still managed to get a hand out....


and sometimes more...

If they think they can tie me down, they're just plain silly!


"Power to the babies, man!" Don't let them tie you down either!