Time Travel

Come back in time with us to the weekend after Thanksgiving, when Darrick's mom visited on her way back from Mexico. She brought kisses and a super cool cowboy vest for Alexander. It's still a little long but not, ahem, too wide.





Before Grammy arrived, Alexander watched for her car for a while.



Then he got bored, so he killed time with a little dancing, staging a fight between his giraffe and the alien star clown, then chewing on the camera case, after getting bored with his own toys.







Finally, he decided to drive out to find her, in case she got lost.



After she left, he just hung out, single-handedly reviving the one-strap overall fad of the 80s.

A-a-choo!

Adventures in Brokaw Land

We're a little behind on the blogging because all three of us have been sick. So here's our blog from two weeks ago.

The weekend before Thanksgiving, we spent a day over at the Brokaws, just hanging out.



Alexander learned how to drive, thanks to Ben.




And Lauren let him play with her toys while she chilled on the floor.



We had Shelly's homemade fudge and some other food that wasn't fudge.

Donkey Boy King of the Tupperware Party

Alexander couldn't decide what to be for Halloween. The strap on his mummy mask broke.

So he thought maybe he'd be a spooky ghost. Eating diced green beans. In Hawaii. Alo-o-o-oha, woooooo!

The pumpkin mask never quite did it for him.

And the skeleton mask was a good one, but it didn't quite match his physique.

By the time he tried being the statue of liberty, he wasn't feeling too patriotic.

So I thought he might like a mustache to match mine. (I phoned it in this year: bearded lady. Darrick didn't even pick up the phone with his luau outfit.) Alexander was so upset by the Groucho glasses, he broke them. I guess we shouldn't have pushed so far with the costumes.

Finally, though, he did decide: He wanted his dad's costume. To chew on, anyway.

When Babies Attack

Quick Blog

He's got 9 teeth at last count (and they are getting difficult to count these days). He still likes to use them to bite us affectionately. And he enjoys experimenting with the different sounds he can make now that he has more teeth. One of his favorites is a velociraptor-like sound. We're still sorting our videos, so we'll post some talkies soon.

He's been walking around holding onto things like he thinks he's people. And sometimes he crawls under his exersaucer for some me time.





Or he just chills out, you know, just being casual.



More posts soon. Gotta get back to work. As you hold your breath waiting for the next installment, check out our blog translated into gangsta rap. Courtesy of Gizoogle.com. Note that the translation has some language that you'd expect from a rap translation, but in this context, even that's funny.

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.

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.

Single baby seeks romance, possible long-term nap

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



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