Many Names and Many Hats

I am racking up nicknames:  Babaloo, my Lumber Jack, Sonshine, but mostly just "Baby Atlas".

Mom had a hard time when I transitioned into daycare on September 16, 2013. We went for a walk around the hospital like always, and she seemed a bit sad.  

Vie thought this was funny so I tolerated it.  For a while.

Okay, that was the last sticker.  Sheesh.

Last day home with Mama.

I didn't want any of that bottle business so she came out and nursed me every day at lunchtime for the first couple of weeks. I am learning that bottles aren't so bad now.

On Thurs October 10th I gave Mommy my first belly laugh as she Boinged me back and forth from one leg to another.  In the time honored tradition of Asaro children and Warner Brother's frogs, I promptly stopped laughing when she started video recording. I laughed again two nights ago when she jumped toward me and said "You!" Dad rushed up the stares with Vie and I stared at them quietly. I was laughing on the inside.

I rolled over from tummy to back three times in less than three minutes Friday October 18. I am now working on other skills and often look like I am trying to run in place while lying on my back.

First day in the door to door ministry in October 2013.  Dad was sick but Unc came.  I slept almost the whole morning to help Mom out.

I am NOT a potato head!

Dad was telling me all about a fascinating documentary he just watched.  I love him so much I feigned interest for a long time, like two seconds.

Ostensibly this is Vie's "baby Boots".  But I am drooling on him so much I hope she lets me keep him.

First time on the swing.  I guess it's okay.

Gonna be a balla.