Saturday, September 29, 2007

Update on the boy

We've been working a lot, and it's just going to get worse before it gets better, so here's a quick catch-up blog.

Alexander is crawling, although he still mixes it up, crawling forward a bit, then collapsing on his stomach and inching forward, then rolling, then crawling some more. While I was sitting on the floor with my back to the couch, he scaled me and got onto the couch without my help. He's got six teeth, maybe more by now. They're popping up so fast, and he likes to gnash them together in the most disturbing ways. He's also giving kisses, big, wet open mouth on our cheeks, sometimes ramming his teeth into our flesh.

Here's some videos of him pulling himself up on the coffee table and laughing it up with his dad.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Alexander has friends over

Brooke and Foster came over to play today, and Alexander had a great time! He's such a ladies' man. He's got four teeth now, two on top and two on the bottom, and he's really working them, chewing his lip, as you can see in these photos.

Earlier in the week, we finally let him get closer to the pets.

He even managed to grab Gonzo's tongue with his ninja-like reflexes.

Then we went through a pack of baby wipes.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Single baby seeks romance, possible long-term nap

Single male, still living at home, looking for someone to drool over. If you're 12 months or younger, like long crawls on the floor, midday naps, and staring at your hands, I just may be the guy you've been looking for, baby.*

Check out this six pack.

Give me a call, shorty, and we'll hang in my crib.

* Must be willing to accept public flatulence.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Scooting, snorting, squealing

Here are some random movies of Alexander Cappy Scooter Pig Boy Mallon. He's been scooting himself around, getting up on his hands and knees but not quite getting how to crawl yet. Between the scooting and rolling, he manages to get where he wants to go, and at an alarming rate sometimes.

He's also big on snorting lately.

He's generally more interested in furniture than toys: his hamper, the changing table, his diaper pail (hence the abrupt end to the last film). He's also a bit of a squealer, which means, of course, that he has no future in the baby mafia.