dream babies

We had a couple of "firsts" in the past week. Alistair can now reach and grab for things, he can also roll over and back again. I didn't believe Mimi when she told me that he had done this while she was watching him. Perhaps because like all parents you want to be there to witness your baby's firsts. But lo and behold, this morning when we were playing on the bed he performed the said feat.

Pumpkin Patch
In general Alistair has become a lot easier to go on outings with as he has gotten older. And I was so excited for our trip to the pumpkin patch. This is his first Halloween and I couldn't wait to get some shots of him in front of his pupmkin at the patch. Unfortunately he cried the whole time. My sister snapped a few gratuity photos to document his misery and said to me, "I had to learn that my child would not always be my dream baby." (refering to his cousin Bijou). So I am effectively letting go now of all future expectations and truely appreciating the times when he is a dream.

What I do at 2

I turned 2 months on October 9th! At the doc I found out I am 13 and a half pounds and 24 inches long, I'm in the 80th percentile for height and weight for babies my age. But mom said the doc told her my head was in the 23rd percentile??? I don't think my head looks unusually small.

These days my favorite things are: looking at myself in the mirror that hangs on the mobile in my crib, Sunday mornings when both my parents are home to play with me, meeting new people (especially when they make conversation, I love to coo), going for walks on the beach with Mom in outward facing Bijorn, drooling, the boob, Dad talking to me in Brittish accents, and picture time. Here are some from my latest photo shoot.

HAPPY

Back to Work

It's been awhile since I've had time to do a post. This is because I went back to work this week and there are pros and cons to this fact. The pros are that I get to have adult conversations on a regular basis again, I get a break from Ali which causes me to miss him even more making our time together even more special, and he gets to have quality time with his caregivers, Mimi, Auntie Lisa and Cousin Bijou.

I was pleasantly surprised on Monday when his day with Bijou and Auntie Lisa went so smoothly. Lisa said he didn't cry once. His little temperment is still unpredictable from day to day so I of course feared he would be fussy, but he was an angel. Go Ali!

Great Grandma Holligan

Ali met his Great Grandma Ruby and Great Aunt Shirley over the weekend. I think it is the coolest thing that he got to meet his Great Grandma. She's 90 years old and still vibrant with life. Ali adored her and when she talked to him in her Southern Alabama drawl he was all smiles. Here's some pics from the weekend.

Giants play the Reds

We took Ali to his first baseball game last night. Greg's friend Steve had scored club level seats right behind home plate so how could we say no? Ali did real good and hung in until the 7th inning at which point he promptly let us know he had had enough. That was fine with us since it was 9:30 and we knew there was a drive ahead of us. At guest services they gave us a certificate that said "Baby's first Game" and printed his name on it. It was so cute. And as we left the park a black man on the corner playing saxaphone went into his own jazzy version of rock-a-bye-baby as we carried our sleeping baby through the city night.

He has a social security number and one Giant's game under his belt, Ali is officially and American kid.