I went in for a quick check-up and weigh in… need to cut down on the protein shakes, as I tipped the scales at 7 lbs 8 0z on Tuesday….
So anyway, the doc, decent enough chap all around, was checking me out, oooohing and aaaahing about how beautiful i am, really does get old quickly doesn’t it… but I digress.
So the doc undoes my diaper and with a bit of a kerchuffle adds the statement no one ever wants to hear or say, “Oh my god, she has a penis.” Apparently the chart read I was a female. None of the prior docs either noticed the chart or that I am the first son of a long line of Scots-Irish warriors.
Needless to say, we fixed that by peeing all over everything…
Just a random selection of some recent photos…
We took advantage of the beautiful day and made a family trip to the dog park and farmers market…. It was allright, but I don’t understand what the fuss is about. I slept through most of it. I am fine staying home wathing Martha and Oprah while eating and pooping…
you can play too grandpa…
So officially I am due tomorrow. Unofficially I pee’d on my first ladyfriend today.
Can’t believe I have been here 3 weeks already and haven’t been to epcot center yet. Seriously though, tomorrow May 21sy was my original due date. I think I will just be early to everything just like my daddy. But hopefully I’ll keep my hair longer :> I am pretty excited that I am here despite me getting fussier by the day…So everyone say a small little prayer for me on my official due date.
Anyway, so i went to my mommy and me baby class, where my mommy meets other young new mothers… anyway, i joined the May baby class cause there were more chicks in the class. A good P/V ratio.
I was getting my nappy changed during class next to this sweet young huggie wearin hotty and the cold air breezed in and there was nothign i could do… I just pee’d… It arc’d up flew through the air and just nailed her. Ohh and the class said i was the poopiest kid in the class.
no new pics yet, but i promise to hide daddy’s scotch until he takes and uploads some more.
Hmmmmm, the Taurus in me is leaning to skipping them both and plain old neo-classical…
The popularity and success of the Baroque style was encouraged by the Roman Catholic Church, which had decided at the time of the Council of Trent that the arts should communicate religious themes in direct and emotional involvement. The aristocracy also saw the dramatic style of Baroque architecture and art as a means of impressing visitors and expressing triumphant power and control. Baroque palaces are built around an entrance of courts, grand staircases and reception rooms of sequentially increasing opulence.
Rococo is a style of 18th century French art and interior design. Rococo rooms were designed as total works of art with elegant and ornate furniture, small sculptures, ornamental mirrors, and tapestry complementing architecture, reliefs, and wall paintings. It was largely supplanted by the Neoclassic style.
The word Rococo is seen as a combination of the French rocaille, or stone garden (refering to arranging stones in natural forms like shells), and the Italian barocco, or Baroque style. Due to Rococo love of shell-like curves and focus on decorative arts, some critics used the term to derogatively imply that the style was frivolous or merely modish; when the term was first used in English in about 1836, it was a colloquialism meaning “old-fashioned”.
So been web surfing a bit, picking up chicks online…
Met this real cute girl…
Think she may be the one.
Ohhh Delia, you sweet and fiesty older woman… and with so many teeth
Today I had a very exciting day, not only did we have a little stroll down Atlantic street, Mommy had Pots au Chocolate AND a latte, so we got to have ablast… Oh and I was introduced to this thing called baths… They weren’t as bad as my big Poppa said they would be, but he told me just wait till they use real soap…
some photos Sunday May 17th, two weeks and two days old
Or did you say 13th… Oddly appropriate that Angels & Demons is opening this weekend. Poppa after working a 70 hour wee is home for the weekend and I am going to let him know, I’m boss around here….
Poppa has to admit, it is absoultely amazing watching little Hawk grow day by day. Even the bad days are good days, though Chachi the pug and Leroy the mutt wouldnt necesseraly agree