August 16, 2004
He was a baby
Now he's a boy, still a baby, but less so every day. Nolan has three teeth and is cutting two more. He eats all kinds of food: rice, oatmeal, barley, squash, peas, bananas, carrots, sweet potatoes, green beans, and on and on. He hasn't really passed on anything yet.
He is now mobile, utilizing his own unique perspective on crawling. He plays like it is work; smashing, rolling, climbing over and otherwise manhandling his toys. If he was a little bigger I'd call him Godzilla, but since his top incisors are coming in outside in, I call him Fang.
We went to watch the Cubs game on Father's day (Jun 20). Greta was not in attendance.
Simia quam similis, turpissima bestia, nobis!
Susan is a natural, and Nolan seems to like her.
Up close and personal. This is a pretty recent shot. Nolan has pretty much two moods: turn-it-up-to-eleven-because-it's-one-louder and pensive...this is pensive.
Said it all up there...he didn't take any coaxing, obviously.
After, Nolan, Curious George and Greta finish wrestling, they like to lay down and read a story.
Jealous? I was. What a life.
Over the 4th of July, we visited Nolan's great grandmother. Bubby was released shortly thereafter, proving my theory that Nolan has restorative powers.
Nolan hasn't exactly figured out talking yet. So far, he is most interested in talking to the fountain and the grass.
This is what I see every morning when I go to get him, so I usually don't even mind what time it is.
Nolan is picking up the yoga I've been teaching him. He is far better at it than I, much more centered.
I wish I did this more often, but since the only time I wind up getting around to it is midnight, this will have to do. Good night.