As January Ends

Sometimes it's too hard to decide which pictures to post. He just looked too cute in all of these pictures so I had to post them all.







Nate always looks the sweetest when he's sleeping. Maybe it's just because when he is awake he is a screaming, pooping monster!!!










Nate likes to rock out to the Pooh Mobile.
Eeyore is in duh Hizzee!!!









Sometimes Nate and his dad dressed alike.
I don't know if its cute that Nate has a shirt like his dad or sad that his dad wears shirts that come in infant sizes.









Granted, the sleestack isn't nearly as cute but you have to admit that the resemblance is uncanny!!!

He CAN smile...

...just not when I'm trying to hard to make him smile for a picture. Instead, he looks at me like this:

2 cute pics

Nothing new to report here. Just wanted to post a couple of new pictures of Nate Dawg.

Chris

Some new pictures...

Here you can see that Nate is developing a sweet widow's peak, that he went on his first hike (well, more like a 10 minute walk through some woods), and that he wonders on what planet those dangly toys are fun.

January in New England...

...not the greatest time to be on maternity leave. While perfect timing for my job situation, the next few weeks of maternity leave could prove to be a true test of my ability to keep my mind from turning to mush. The trouble is that Nate and I just can't wander outside for that crucial change of scenery when it's below freezing everyday, and our apartment is too small and dreary to provide much stimulation. I'm sure Nate doesnt care about his dreary isolated surroundings, but it's a downright unsettling feeling to suddenly have nearly all adults yanked out of my everyday existence. If the weather were nice I would be pramming around desperately seeking likeminded prammers for idle chitchat about our babies, or whatever. O how I miss idle chitchat!

So, Nate was up for about an hour and a half in the wee morning hours being extra screechy and wiggly. We both fell asleep on the couch with the TV on CNN, where Anderson Cooper had been yakking it up happily with some West Virginians who just found out that the trapped miners had been successfully rescued. I was pretty surprised this morning to find that that 12 miners were actually DEAD, and the breaking happy news had been some sort of horrible miscommunication. I'll say.

This morning Nate was in full force Twilight Zone smile mode (he only smiles when on the brink of droopy eyed sleep) so I tried unsuccessfully to take a picture of it. Once he realizes that he's been sleepy smiling he immediately wakes up fully and proceeds to resume his usual grouch disaisfied mode. He can't let me rest on my laurels, you know. Anyway this pic came out alright. There's no mistaking that he's a boy... yet I don't necessarily know what it is in his face that seems masculine.

Naturally Occuring Fauxhawk

Nate doesnt seem to care that Fauxhawks are SO last season.

Xmas, etc.

So here we are, ringing in the new year with stuffed up noses and dry itchy throats. Chris has enjoyed using the aspirator bulb to suck out the snot from his son's nose the last few days. Quality time, quality time.

Here are some pictures from the holidays and our trip to Maine to see the GRANDPARENTS. Grampy was sick with a nasty cold and was ubable to touch or even go near Nate, but that didnt stop Nate from catching the virus! He's so precocious! It turns out that liberal amounts of Purell won't keep us hale and hearty after all. At any rate, you can see that he was manhandled by his Aunt Amanda and her friends, and forced to wear the plaid shirt she bought him even though its clearly too big. Wotta cute little lumberjack. Also included in this set of pictures is a 4 generation pic, a pic of me pushing Nate in our 'hood in his fancy borrowed pram, and a pic of nate in his Christmas outfit which I like because he looks kinda sloptacular.