1 month and counting...

My peoples, my peoples, my peoples. I owe you an apology. I almost feel a little bit embarrassed. A few weeks back I think I actually announced it was my birthday---my two week birthday (see below if you don't remember) and I really expected people to sing to me, some extra cuddles from Daisy, a sip of coke from Dad to get this milk taste out of my mouth, and I asked Mom for one more feeding than usual that day. (I considered that extra feeding the equivalent of cake and who doesn't get cake on their birthday?!?!) Well, I realize now how immature I was being to really force a two week birthday on everybody. Now that I'm officially 1 MONTH old, I see the light and realize what I was doing two weeks ago is the equivalent of someone like you asking me to buy you a gift for your 1/2 birthday (6 months from your real birthday) and let's face it, you're gonna be lucky to get a gift from me on your actual birthday as I rely on Mom to let me know when it's some one's birthday and Dad tells me she's the WORST when it comes to birthday remembering. So, now that I'm one month old and it's legit...seriously, legit--feel free to call and sing to me, Dad--I expect a sip of that coke tonight when you get home, Mom -- feedings today are requested at every 2 1/2 hours rather than the typical 3 hours, and Daisy, I'm getting you into my crib at next nap time. HOLLA!


So, let's talk about some ups and downs of the last month. First off...John left. Ugh--no wonder it was John-Dis...I didn't used to understand the "Dis" part but apparently I've been DISSED! Maybe he left to go pay a visit to a buddy of mine that is about to make his appearance by Friday..little baby Spencer..may John be with you when you arrive :)! Pale Ale is what I'm called now...at least that's what I hear a lot around the house and I assume Mom and Dad are talking about me. In my opinion, Pale Gray would be more appropriate but whatever--I can only fight so many battles with them. It's fine really, I just have to watch my colors until I get some more time in the sun and all this rain is NOT helping my cause. Oh and...sigh...sigh again...I think I'm losing my hair. Well, I take it back as I'm not losing ALL my hair. Mom says I'm getting the old man look as I just seem to be losing my hair in the front. I still got a full head for the ladies around the back. Mom constantly tells me I look like Opa. Opa is no longer with us but would have been one of my great grandfathers on Mom's side..my Pop Pop's Dad. In fact, mom says the picture above in the sun glasses and my picture here of me in my Easter Outfit is like a spitting image of Opa. I typically would take offense to that since in all the photos I've seen of Opa, he's like 75 years old--but, honestly, dude was a stud at 75 so I'm just honored. If Mom would just buy me some plaid pants, the look would be complete. Oh and speaking of Easter outfits..a shout out to someone who I consider like an older brother -- Henry Phillips helped his mom make this onesie for me and even though it's not buttoned b/c I'm a little chunker, I still sported this thing to Church and looked no less than AMAZING (notice the frog shoes..didn't think the lions were appropriate for Easter).

Alright, so what else? I have what the doctors call a mild case of the baby acne. Seriously, folks...I kinda think 1 month for babies is like puberty for teens? Hair changes, skin changes, pimples, bodies start to fill out and maybe even have those awkward chunky years where your chin/neck can't figure out if they are one in the same or two separate body parts. I think that's me right now. It's fine though because I'm also developing my love for sports as seen in these two photos. First, my new favorite passie and secondly, couldn't take my eyes off of that Masters tournament between feedings. I really thought Tiger was gonna birdie every hole on Sunday and come back to win it...I would have done that if I was him but that's fine. I won't judge him and I don't dare let anybody judge me. Oh, and notice the full head of hair in the back...I'm not a liar.

The other day I got my first experience of being TOTALLY and UTTERLY wrapped in literally about 1/2 roll of paper towels and I was fully dressed as poo poo's were EVERYWHERE. It was awesome. I totally faked mom out too. She knew I had done the dirty and so, like every 1st time mom would do she immediately picked me up and checked down my pants to see if it went up my back. Nope, I didn't aim this one up the back but forced it out the side and so out the side it came. Pouring like a cup o' soup all over me, the kitchen counter, mom, the floor, etc. it was AWESOME. As a result..mom and dad are back to buying Pampers---see what happens when you go cheap on me, folks...I get payback. I hope the two outfits, one bath mat, 1/2 roll of paper towels, and a kitchen counter that will forever be marked by me was worth that $.04 cents per diaper you were saving. BOOYAH...back to the good diapers that feel like a baby's behind on my behind. Wait a minute..maybe I'm just feeling my own behind---anyway, I like the characters more on the Pampers and am glad they learned their lesson. I did hear them talk of Costco diapers the other day though--Oh man, I hope they buy those in bulk before I fill them in on why they don't fit me right..that would be AWESOME.

Alright, well I should get going but I'll leave you with some shots mom took of my 1 month photo shoot. Note I'm in the same outfit I was in at the hospital when I had my first photo shoot so mom could do a comparison. This may be my last day in this outfit though b/c everything feels just a bit snug but I still worked it as best I could. It'll be ugly though if she tries to squeeze me in this thing at 2 months. Love you all...Enjoy!