Bad Blogger

Okay, okay...I'm still here. I'm sorry that I haven't written in awhile. While typing seems to be no problem, I've been busily working on this whole idea of grabbing something - anything. Last week I spent half the day trying to get a hold of my pacifier and the other half trying to get it near my mouth. Success is not mine. I'll keep you posted on my progress. I have managed to learn how to grab my mom's shirt. This trick proves valuable when I fall asleep at the milk bar and Mom tries to put me to sleep. No Way I say. She still can't figure out how to pry my little fingers off of her tank top without waking me from my nap. Translation: Naps in her arms. Score! Here are some recent photos. Stay tuned for some pics from Nana Jo and Grampie Kempf's visit.

Happy Days

Little Man About Town

I've been a pretty busy guy while I haven't been sleeping...and sometimes while I have been. During my first weeks outside the amniotic sac, I've been out to eat (more than my parents would like to admit), attended my dad's kickball games, spent the night at the coast and even gone on my first hike. Here are some pics to catch you up.

Gas my a**

Grandmas rule. The first week I was out Grandma Smith stayed to help us get adjusted. Mom and I slept most of the day, but the house has never looked so clean! Every once in awhile, I would wake up. On one of those rare occasions, I flashed grandma my first smile. They say it's gas, but if you don't think I know what I'm doing, you haven't been paying attention.











Grandma Mary came out a week later and cooked up a storm! Again, mostly I slept, but at lunch one day I overhead Grandma telling my mom that I could have ice cream before I was a year old. I like her already.

My Birthday! June 14th

The day I was born, everyone in the city raised their flags in my honor...at least that's what I've been told. I've also heard that mom had a three day labor and it was pretty hard. but I think this picture is evidence of another story. Cocktail anyone?



Dad was eager to learn how to give me a bath and change my diaper. Everyone said he looked pretty tired, but he always looks the same to me.


Grandma and Grandpa Smith were the first people to hold me in the hospital, after my parents. Grandma said I looked just like mom when she was a newborn and Grandpa mentioned something about climbing and a tiny harness. Dude, after I can stop my hands from scratching my own face, we'll talk.




So, this is how I came into the world. Man, I was beat.

Hey World!

Sorry it has taken me so long to get this blog started. I've been mighty busy being a typical newborn. You'd think my mom would have some spare time to help me out, but you know how she is. Anyway, I thought this would be a good way to keep in touch with everyone. Apparently, a lot of people love me. Which is pretty cool.. I'm nearly six weeks old now, so I'll catch you up to speed in my next post. - Thatch