Whose Birthday?

You say it's somebody's birthday? Somebody's one month old? I can't imagine who that could be.


What? Me? No way. I can't be that old, heck, I can't even COUNT that high.


It's really me? Well, then let's PARTY!


And then I don't know about you, but I'm gonna need a nap.

Happy (belated) Thanksgiving

For my first Thanksgiving, I ... well, I slept, mostly. But I looked festive doing it in my turkey outfit.

We all went over to Grandma and Graddaddy's house. Because I slept so much, there aren't many pictures of me there. But I did get to meet my Aunt Liz. We bonded a little.

Then I went back to sleep.
But I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving too!

Ball o' Lela

There's no denying that I'm a good sized baby (see my bath pictures below if you don't believe me!). But sometimes when Daddy's holding me I'm so comfortable and happy that I just curl up in a tiny little ball.

Maybe this is why Daddy calls me "Squidgy" - it's an odd nickname, but he came up with it the very night I was born and it seems to be sticking.

The Prime Minister Takes A Soak

Ahh, there, nothing like a good sudsy soak after a long day ...

What? What! Stop looking at me!



**My parents are concerned that some of you may be uncomfortable with the fact that they refer to me, a three-week old baby (as of tonight), as a certain legendary UK Prime Minister. I say get over it. Sometimes I DO look like Winston Churchill. I'll probably grow out of it.

A Little Lovin' From My Big Sis

You know, I like Mami and Daddy a lot, but every now and then I just need to have a good cuddle with my sister.

Whose Chin is That?

I've heard Mami and Nana talk about the famous "Shea Chin." I think I may have discovered what they were talking about ...


Or maybe I was just really, really hungry.

My Future As A Theatre Critic

Earlier today Mami and Daddy took me to my big sister's Thanksgiving program at her school. I waited patiently for the program to start, as you can see here ...


But a girl can only wait so long before ...


I swear, it's no reflection on the quality of the performance.

Busy, As Always

There's so much to be done out here. They keep me busy ALL the time. For instance, my parents seem obsessed with this "bath" idea. I don't get it, but I do have to say that the spa treatments continue to be first rate.


I end up spending quite a bit of time keeping Daddy up-to-date on the latest in baby tech. Here I am explaining (for the umpteenth time) how to make the music play in my Baby Einstein Play Gym:


Oh, and I sleep. Quite a lot. And I look good doing it.

"We shall fight them on the beaches ..."

My parents swear that while I sleep and when I'm fussy I bear a striking resemblance to Winston Churchill. They've taken to calling me "the prime minister."

My First Doctor's Visit

Last Friday I visited Doctor Grooms for my first checkup. They keep telling me it wasn't that bad, and that I should be glad I didn't get any shots, but as you can see, I am NOT glad about any part of it. Apparently my big sister Resli goes to this same doctor - they showed me a picture of one of her first visits.


Thank goodness Mami was there - I felt much better after talking (ok, screaming and crying) to her about it.


And then when I got home I hung out with Nana for a little while and Resli came over to give me kisses and tell how brave I was being about the whole thing. She's a great big sister and I'm glad I have her for a role model.

How I spend my days

Many of you have inquired what I do with all my spare time, since unlike my big sister, I don't go to school yet, and unlike my parents, I am not yet gainfully employed. Be assured, however, that my days are just packed.

I like to start the day with a nice spa treatment. This place Mami and Daddy call "the kitchen" is just the best for a relaxing shampoo and massage - you'll really have to visit.


I spend a lot of the day practicing my licks and creating catchy riffs. I rock. Hard.


And then I like to sit in Daddy's lap for a bit of conversation, but he's SOOOO comfortable I just can't stay awake no matter how interesting the discussion.

A Belated Happy Halloween ...

and an always appropriate GO GATORS!


*Special thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Jackson for this cool onesie!