Day 112

This was the beginning of an extremely fussy, pukey day. We planned to go home today, but it didn't happen. Stuff got packed up so we should be able to leave tomorrow. As long as Mr. Crankypants lets me load up the truck.

I didn't actually get any pics of him being crabby so this representation of the day is a little deceiving. But trust me, he wasn't always this cute.

He has a new fixation: grabbing my glass to take a drink. OK, I know he really isn't drinking yet, but he sure tries to.

Just hanging out this evening bouncing and grabbing his toes.

"I'm kind of bored."

"Oh, hey. What's down there?"

"Oh. Just a pillow."

"I'm bored again."

Not bored anymore! 

I was trying to watch a movie over the noise of a fussing baby. Apparently constant bouncing on my lap and a camera flash was the cure I was seeking.

 I think watching Despicable Me put him to sleep.

"I got bored again. Goodnight, Daddy."

Day 111

In case you forgot his name, here it is.

Our neighbor Kay made this lovely blanket and we've already gotten lots of use out of it.

Hello snail?... 

Nope...hello Colby.

He likes his new squishy, grabby ball.

But he's not crazy about his peas today.

"Vroooooooooooooooom!"

We played so many card games tonight he passed out.

"G'night, Daddy."

Day 110

MERRY CHRISTMAS! 

Santa came, Santa came!



What's the best part of a blue, vibrating elephant?

Why the trunk, of course. 

Coo-kie!

It's a Pooh rocker-stroller-bike.



"What is this thing?"

"I don't know what it is, but I can go fast!"

Aunt Shirley got Colby his first pony. 

He captured a wild mustang.

"Yee Haw!"

 And then he captured a giant snow beast!

 He finally got the hang of this Josh-wrangling thing. He's got a mighty hold now.

"Yee Haw!"

This was one long, long day. He was crabby and tired and...crabby. Definitely bedtime. 

"This was the best day ever, Daddy. Wish you were here. Night night."

Day 109

Christmas Eve

Some almost-naked baby time on the floor. He was working out, doing some crunches, burning off the cookies.

He's just an itty, bitty, baby boy in a big ol' chair.

Santa's here, Santa's here! Oh, wait. That's just Colby.



"I'm doing a reindeer call now."

"Hahaha...I am sooooo funny."

"This is a great night. So many people are holding me I never have to be alone. Everyday should be like this."



 Santa's wearing down.

"I had to go to bed, Daddy, or else Santa wouldn't come. Goodnight."