Dirty Hair-y

So I've got a few things to tell you. I've been sitting up now for quite some time, but lately I have learned to transition into a kneeling position and although I can only rock back and forth right now, I'm about ready to start moving soon.

Here is a picture of me in my "Start Your Engines!!!!" position. Notice the focus, the intensity.

I'm also taking yoga on Tuesday and Thursday nights and I'm practicing a lot at home. If anyone wants a laugh, ask Mom to explain to you what happened when she talked Dad into a couple yoga classes a few years back.

Dad was in severe discomfort and actual pain during the sessions. He was sweating so profusely that at one point the instructor came over to him and said he should change out his mat and get one without a puddle of water on it. If some of you don't know, Dad can barely bend over and touch his knees, so you can imagine how he fared in yoga, and how the other people in the class kept looking at him like, "Dude, why are you even here?"

Anyway, in case of you don't know, this is what's called Down Dog position (I think), and it's for stretching your lower back (I think)

I also thought I'd share with you the evolution of my morning hairdo.

Here is me sleeping (oh, and keep the wig jokes to yourself, please)

Here is what Mom and Dad like to call The Tornado. It's usually very prevalent in the morning when I've been sleeping on the back of my head all night... and usually there is a green sky somewhere in sight when this is goes on.

And then there's my punk rocker hairdo, which Dad refers to as The Robert Smith (for all you Cure fans out there). This takes place at some point around 8:15am and usually is accompanied by Dad singing "... Tuesday's grey and Wednesday, too. Thursday I don't care about you it's Friday I'm in love."

Sorry, that actually IS Robert Smith... here's mine.



That's all for now, I'm heading to New Hampshire this weekend to visit Nonie, Aunt Deb and Uncle Jim. I'll hopefully have some photos to share when I get back. This will be my fifth state visited and I'm only seven months old (Nebraska, Wisconsin, Georgia, South Carolina, New Hampshire) and I've got Indiana and Michigan on tap in the coming weeks.

Sincerely,
Robert Smith, World Traveler

7 Month Alert

Dad's been working a lot the past two weeks, so he hasn't been as cooperative with logging on to the computer so I can post some blogs, so the ten-day layoff is basically all his fault.

So without further ado, below are some photos of my 7-month birthday, complete with good old Charlie.

I also included my 4-month and 5-month photos so you can see how my hair and I have grown.

Four Months


Five Months


Seven Months

Today Was A Good Day

I'm very happy, as you can see in the photos below. Why am I happy? Well, it might be that I slept for a very long time last night. It might be that Dad's fantasy football team is in first place. It might be that I'm pretty pumped I've grown an extra chin and my cheeks are so round my head looks like a basketball. Those are all reasons why I might be so happy.

Or it might just be that I'm sitting in my stroller with my feet up on the bars, about to head off on a walk with Mom. The iPod is playing "Me and Bobby McGee" and it's a beautiful sunny, 70-degree day.

It's kind of like Ice Cube said back in '92 - "Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A... Today was a good day."

C is for Cookie

So the other night I was extremely cranky, and rightfully so. See, I've got some teeth that are starting to try to push themselves up. It's just the beginning but it's painful, so there are some rough moments. So there I was, not happy, Dad not home from work yet and Mom had a great idea - let's make cookies! So I hopped up into my bumpo (well, it's not mine, I'm borrowing it from my boyfriend, Jake) and off we went. Then Dad came home and took some pics of this momentous occasion, my first cookie bake.
Brown sugar, flour, vanilla... and don't forget the chocolate chips! C is for cookie and that's good enough for me.
By the way, I woke up this morning and walked out into the living room and Dad was on his knees with his eyes closed and his hands folded. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "Not now, Finley." So I figured he was praying for all the sick people in the world, or maybe the tragedies that are happening all over the globe. But then he finished and I asked him about it and he said, "Finley, it's game day - I was praying to Touchdown Jesus." Here's to a Notre Dame victory as it makes it a much happier and healthier house to live in. Dad, what a kook.

Some New Pics

Game Time!!! Here's me on the first day of the College Football season donned in my Huskers t-shirt. Mom went to Nebraska and their starting quarterback is a South Sider, doesn't get much better than that!



And here's me in my favorite spot in the house, playing on my mat with my toys.


Here, catch!


And these are from Labor Day. Mom, Dad and I went to my favoritest park and hung out in the perfect weather. Hope your Labor Day was as good as mine.