It’s a mirror.  I loooooove looking at mirrors.  So shiny.

In fact somewhere around here is a video of me loving on my crib mirror.  Where’d mummy put that, hmm?

Obama brings peace, see?

ZzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzzz.

*This* is the suit I was supposed to wear to my Aunty Nikki’s wedding.

And *this* is how I feel about not being able to go.

Paikei is a nature freak.

He *loves* being outdoors.

And since the day he was born, if he was fussing, you could take him to any window in the house and he’d look out it and feel better.

This bodes very well for family camping trips.  ;)

Today I let mummy do some arty stuff.

She was much impressed.

She’s hoping I’ll let her do some more tomorrow.

I’m getting pretty good at laying in my crib or play pen and just gurgling and giggling to myself.  

Mum and dad say it’s beautiful to hear.

If I keep this up maybe eventually mummy will paint a portrait of me or something!  She and dad both swear to do one portrait of me each year.  What a fancy collection I’ll have when I’m old!  I’ll have to rent storage to hide the suckers.

Because some babies are just wicked lucky.

WHAT?!?

Yesterday Parker was a PERFECT Angel.
I mean…he slept.  He SLEPT.  During the DAY.  During the NIGHT.  He woke up only every couple of hours for changing and feeding.  And sometimes to play.  But other than that…NO CRYING.  NO FUSSING.  Just SLEEP.

And then today, how do I find him?

Angel Baby!  Why are you here and what did you do with our kid?!??!

(oh, Dear God, please say 6 weeks was some kind of miracle turning point…Brennen and I will be VERY happy with that!)

…We find around the house now.

A baby hat on top of the guitar?

Hmmm.  I suspect Mimi did that, not daddy.  

I cunnae get rid of meh mo’hawk!