Baby's First Blog: November 2005

Say Hello to Uncle Jesse

Sacagawea, meet Uncle Jesse.

Uncle Jesse, meet little Sacagawea.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Thank Heaven for Little Boys

Meeting my family has been great. We told stories until the early hours of the morning. As my dad got skunked at the poker table, I found out how soothing an uncle can be. I can't wait to spend the rest of the week with my family! Where's this "Uncle Tim" I hear so much about?

I Meet My Extended Family

There I was, minding my own business, contemplating the angst of modern life for the recently born, when something happened. A horde of admirers descended upon me, whooping and hollering, demanding the pearls of wisdom that inevitably drop from my milk-encrusted lips. Being the paragon of charity I am, I obliged them.

"Do good," I said. "Avoid evil." My uncle Austin and Grams love this high-minded advice. "These words have guided me through many a dark night. Go and do likewise."

Uncle Austin held my hand and whispered, "What is your secret?" "I have nothing you do not also possess. The secret is within you, Uncle Austin. Now, where are those keys?"

Uncle Austin then rewarded me with my favorite dancing keys! Ah, joy of joys! That such bliss remains in this vale of tears!

Then Grandpa showed me a new game - leg-bouncing! I love my family!

SNOW BABY!

SNOW! All you sunny, warm relatives better bring your mittens! I am going to need someone to help me build my first snowman!

Back - Better Than Ever!

Hello, world - Lil' Sacagawea is back in action here - sometimes a little lady needs a little time off. Some Sacagawea time, you dig?

Here's a Dad's eye view of me. Pretty good looking, in my humble opinion. Feast your eyes, world!

Woah, nice sideburns, Dad!

Enough of this, time for a little nappy-poo. Good night, world - got to rest up before Uncle Jesse and Uncle Austin show up!

My Evening Routine

Those of you who know me best know I am a creature of habit. Evenings are no exception. I begin with a regimen of vigorous kicking and grunting. I find this essential for my abs. One day you will all fear my abs.

After hitting the showers, I tuck in with a fine vintage pacifier. This particular year was excellent. An overture of apple, a hint of kumquat, the faintest whiff of boysenberry - this is what dreams are made of.

St. Paul admonishes, "Think of what is above, not of what is on earth. . . . Put to death, then, the parts of you that are earthly." But did St. Paul ever have a fine 2005 pacifier? I think not.

Good night, folks!

Joy Caught on Camera

There it is folks! You want happiness, I got it! Put that in your hookah and smoke it!

Striving For the Good

This afternoon, after an invigorating stroll in the woods, I sought the good. Straining my finely honed eight pound body, I reached for it - the rattle. It called out, "Shake me - shake me."

And I shook it. Sweet Lord, did I shake it.

The Keys to My Heart

This morning got off to a good start - I spent some time playing with keys, fell asleep on Dad's large bosom, and napped the hours away. I'm really looking forward to some visitors we're having later in the week - as long as they understand my voracious need for jiggling keys and warm bosoms (hint, hint).

Hello World! Face My Burgeoning Wrath!

Today was a good day. So far. I woke up. Here is a picture to prove it.

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I then gave Mom a run-down of how the day was going to go. You've got to be firm with Mothers - for them it's all my life, my schedule, blah blah - 'Bout time you figured it out Momma - it's all about lil' Sacagawea Extreme here.