What Up, Santa?

It's me, your homeboy Aubrey. Like my red velvet Christmas suit? Awwww yeah!

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Goin' Out With My Boots On

Still a bit too small for real cowboy boots, we have the next best thing! Someone looks awfully sassy in his red cowboy boot socks and onesie. Look out ladies!


And for your consideration, I submit this picture of Justin, circa early 1980's. Check out that footwear! Like father, like son!

My Two Guys

I couldn't resist posting this one ...aren't they handsome?

Milestones

Yesterday I got the best early Christmas gift a new mom could ask for... Aubrey's first real smile! In the past week, he has become so much more interactive! He seems to notice everything now, and loves his "farmyard" playmat! (Especially the jingly pig!) He is making cooing sounds, squeals when he is happy and breaks out into a huge grin when he is excited. If you smile at him, he smiles back! It's awesome to see him changing from week to week... I guess I didn't expect it would happen so early, but time is flying. Stay tuned for new developments!

I'll take that big one over there...

Shopping for Aubrey's first Christmas Tree

Biz Baby v. Claus

Business Baby dictates to his secretary Didi...

"Tell that Mr. Claus he better have all of my stuff here by Christmas or we'll take this thing to court and hash it out in front of a judge. There's a reason I never sign those stupid 3rd party mediation agreements; with this cute face judges and juries see it my way!"

Since everyone is out of town...

I thought I would share my favorite Aubrey picture so far.....

I can't wait for everyone to get home (I have had way too much sleep this week!)

Cheeseburger in Paradise

I think most of you have heard about Aubrey's issues with breastfeeding by now. He is what we would call a "lazy eater." Meaning, he likes to graze... eat a little, fall asleep, come back for more, and start the whole process all over again. In addition, he prefers the baby bird method- I'll open my mouth and you pour it in. This doesn't work too fell for breastfeeding, or for his mom's schedule!

Well friends, we have reached a new all-time low. Now that he is bigger, he is also gaining some length in those little legs of his. (We are hoping he will become a swimmer like Michael Phelps, win countless gold medals, and share the millions with Mom and Dad... but that's another post.) Anyway, the last two times I have fed him in the glider, while he peacefully chowed down I realized that he had also propped his legs up on the arm of the chair. Seriously. Legs crossed at the ankles. Propped up. There might as well be a flashing neon sign across my chest that says "Margaritaville."

Two things come to mind. One, I wanted a little Zen Libra baby and apparently I got it! He may be destined to work in a beach shack one day selling umbrellas to tourists. And two, the meaning of his name, "Elfin King," seems to be very appropriate when it comes to eating! Now peel me a grape! .... Or, bring me a cheeseburger!

Say Cheese!

We all look back embarrassingly at the naked, bath time photos of our childhood.

Parents pull them out of the drawer at holidays and family get-togethers.

Luckily for us, our parents didn't have computers.

Sorry, buddy.... this is why Al Gore invented the Internet.