Monday, January 24, 2011


I'm going to brag a little bit. My baby is super cute and ridiculously advanced.

His hair grew so fast I had to give him his first dorky haircut. Six months early.
 Wow. That last one is a gem. 

He's been to Disneyland three times in his short lil' life. Bet you can't say that about the average six month old. 
(A rare sighting of the mom-cat)
He's seen it all.

He already has a really creepy-looking wax sculpture of himself. 
Weirdest picture ever.

He glows in the light (I read him Twilight while he was in the womb...PSYCHE!)

He's already a ladykiller.
But, really they can't get enough of him.

Here's the real deal:
He's six months. Measuring in totally average. No teeth. No amazing early baby development feats (he's not talking or walking yet, not even crawling a little early.) But he's perfect. And the doctor looked at me like I was a nutcase when I asked him about early signs of autism. So...that's good. It's all good.


  1. Jessi said...

    He's not running yet? You may want to check into that....

    I love him.

  2. Becky said...

    By the way, Jessi, that blog update was for you.

    Do you like that one underwater photo? So creepy!

  3. Jessi said...

    That really is creepy. Not gonna lie.

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