Mr Man is working on is first tooth!
Woo hoo

Mr. Man had his first swimming lesson today.
He went to the YMCA and spent 1/2 an hour learning new verions of his favorite songs, splashing, kicking, and even going completely under! A good time was had by all :-)

Well it has been an interesting few weeks. If you have been keeping up on Mr. Man's Photo gallery, you know that he's eating cereal now. He started off with rice cereal for a week. The next week he was on to oatmeal. Soon after that, he had his first avacado (aka pear for the yardies - big up to da yardies). Mr. Man has an appetite, he'll take ( Read more... )

If you haven't already noticed, we've been making some changes to Mr Man's pages.
Props to Jen & Scott for the use of the server that allowed us to consolidate all the pics in one place.

Yes, yes, I know it has been a while since we posted pics.
So, for all those who asked...
There are new pictures of Mr. Man in his 'new' high chair.
There are also pics of Mr. Man getting his first taste of cereal.
These pics should tide you over, for a few minutes anyway ;-)

It's going to be one of those nights... Mr Man drifting off to sleep followed by spasmodic fits of energy. It's gonna be a long night.

This week was a pretty good week. We put together Mr Man's high chair this week. That was a fun "Tab A into Slot A" kind of experience. Although he's not quite sitting up by himself he seems to like it. If I may say so, he looks quite smart in it, and not just 'cause it's the "Ivy League" model either - that's a different kind of smart. Even ( Read more... )

Today was a big day, Mother's day. Michael and I had a plan. Mr. Man was supposed to wake up before mom, get his present out and have it ready for mom when she came to feed him. It was supposed to be a big surprise. Well, the joke was on me. He decided to sleep late. I suppose that was a gift to mom in itself bu it was not the plan. I wish he ( Read more... )

This child is a little piggie. He always wants to eat. He's up to 7 and a half ounces every two and a half hours. At this rate we'd be better off strapping a feed bag to his head and calling it a day. If Miss P doesn't start eating eating more to make up the difference, she's just gonna shrivel up like a raisin.

The kid knows. I'm sure he does. He doesn't want me to go to Dallas. He caught a cold today and he's been miserable. I feel guilty for leaving him. Of course I don't think he's done this on purpose... his timing is freakish.

that is all