A Day Late and a Penny Short

Okay, fine, two days late.

Well, here we all are again. How time flies when you've having fun. And yes, we are having fun, thanks for asking. You know, cute babies are really photo magnets. In fact, it's like the camera doesn't even need to have its shutter pressed anymore, it almost does it by itself. I've just taken all the photos off the digital camera for the last week or two and realized that there are 74 photos! Granted, we're still catching up from a week or two of slacking, but still, wow. So the debate really is which of these photos to share with you all. Maybe, if you're lucky (read: if I'm not too lazy) you'll get a second post this week. Ooh, the excitement is overwhelming!

Anyway, not much to give by way of update. Things are carrying on at an alarmingly normal pace, I'd have to say. Well, "normal" now is way different than what we used to consider it to be, but we're getting used to it. It's the lack of sleep that's really still doing us in. But hey, that's part of the package, I hear, so no big deal.

One new-ish thing has happened this week, though: the desire to roll over. He's a pretty determined little guy, so I'm sure he'll get it yet. He gets about half way onto his tummy, and then realizes that his arm is underneath him and he can't quite get over the hump. It's pretty entertaining to watch. Not that we sit and watch Theo do things simply for our amusement. Much.

Oh, and one more thing. We're now into the put-everything-in-the-mouth phase, which I hear can last for quite some time. It must be interesting to have your only point of sensory information-getting be your tongue. Fortunately he's not coordinated enough yet to pick things up off the floor and stick them in there, but that's coming sooner than I think. Fun times.

On the personal front, and this is so exciting for us, we bought a new rocking chair this week. Yes, I know, how can we handle such excitement? But seriously, anyone who's ever had to feed a baby knows how horrible your back gets after a little while. Theo being on the bottle has given both Steph and I the chance to completely destroy our backs, so it's been fun. Anyway, this new rocker is unbelievable. Mmm, comfort....

Okay, so how about some of those 74 pictures? No problem.

"Mommy, taking photos is fun!"

"In fact, let me put that thing in my mouth!"

*Sigh* "Getting photos taken is so tedious."

"Hey, what's that over there?"

There's been much debate over which one of us Theo looks like the most. Here's a picture that will hopefully set to rest that he actually looks more like Steph than like me.

Still not convinced? Okay, I didn't want to have to resort to this, but you forced me. This photo is hanging in Steph's dad's room. Hmm.


Gah! What the...! And that's not even the best view (couldn't get a straight-on view due to flash issues). But besides the uncanny resemblance, how about that look on his face. Whoa. All-around just a weird scene.

Okay, moving on. Not sure what distracted him here, but it makes for a pretty cool picture.

Theo has this mobile in his crib now and he just loves it. He watches the bugs go around and around, sometimes fixating on one and following it around, sometimes watching each as they go by his head. This picture captures it pretty well...

Of course, even the most exciting mobile gets a little boring after a while...

This is his best impression of a marionette...

Okay, everything's fine; back to normal.

Here's one for all you Monty Python fans out there. "I fart in your general direction!"

And who can resist little toes?

This photo is a graphic example of self-photography gone wrong. I sometimes wonder what Steph does all day with him when I'm not home. Now I have my answer--self photography. You know, the kind where you pose and then hold the camera up hoping to catch the perfect shot? Sometimes you miss. Although the miss looks pretty avant garde, if I do say so myself.

Okay, time grows short, so I will conclude today's post with my two favourites of this batch. I just love these two shots. Here's one that is like catching lightning in a bottle, or some other saying denoting a rare and precious event.

"I'm coming to get you!"

And finally, my favourite of the bunch, and the reason why self-photography sometimes works. Many of you reading this likely have the same question floating around in your head as I do: "How on earth did a guy like me end up with a family like this?" If I'm not the luckiest guy around, well, someone else has a pretty great life.

See you all next week.