It's a whozit!

Why is it that nobody told me I should try grabbing and holdings things before? You would think my two worthless lumps of editor/parents might have mentioned this. You can grab stuff, and shake it around, and even, if you are REALLY lucky, stuff it in your mouth!!! Whoo Hoo! Here I am playing with one of my favorites, the whozit, which not only has may surfaces on which to grab, but also has a hidden mirror for me to admire that handsome baby that seems to follow me around to reflective surfaces. I bet the inventor of this made a MILLION DOLLARS!

Whacho Lookin At?

That's right, even with my wuss of a dad trying to get all cutesy with me (seriously dad, more flannel?), you can't deny you wouldn't wanna mess with this kid! That's right, my sweatshirt is from the tough part of Brooklyn, not the one where all those hipsters live, but the one where they have all the Gap stores, where this sweatshirt is from. Dang. And that paw print is from a real live Mountain Lion, who I then skinned and turned into this hat. And I was also wearing socks.

Downward dog

Once a week, Mom and I go to yoga. I haven't quite mastered the downward dog pose yet, so I was practicing a bit at home before class. Hey, if your butt was this big and was wrapped in this much cloth, you would have trouble lifting it above your head too!

How jealous of my all-waffle one piece outfit are you? Dad offered me a hundred bucks for it. But then he remembered he couldn't wear anything flannel with it, because it's a whole outfit.

Real men wear leggings

Grandma and Mom got me some sweet new leggings. Dad seems to think leggings are not very masculine, but he clearly has no sense of style.

Do you think they make my butt look big though?

My future's so bright...

I think the great composer Cory Hart said it best when he said "I wear my sun glasses at night, so I can, so I can hide". You would also be inclined to hide if you were attached against your will to a man who refuses to wear anything other than flannel and refuses to shave whenever he is not at work.

Fortunately, I look freaking awesome in these sunglasses.

All bundled up

I have recently discovered the hoodie. Although I complain a lot when Mom puts the layers on, I really like having long sleeves to suck on. I have also chosen three pictures for this post which represent my mood cycles during the ongoing sleeping strike, disintersted, adorable, and pissed. Can you guess which is which? These pictures were taken approximately 35 seconds apart.

Fun with Grandma Josie

I got a recent visit from my Grandma Josie while Dad was fishing with Uncle Sean. We had a lot of fun, although Grandma tried to help Mom end my sleeping strike (tried being the operative word, now entering my third week!). Don't let my yawn fool you though, I showed them both who is in charge.

You may have also noticed significant changes in me since my last post. For instance, I am wearing overalls now. And losing my hair, just like daddy! I am also freakin huge. I told the editors they should have posted before I turned 3, but they keep insisting that nobody would miss the posts. Clearly, my my strike is having its desired effect on their mental capacities.

Go Blue?

I got a little nervous when Tate Forcier took over for Denard last week.* As I've mentioned, I'm still not sure about those Wolverines, but I like my Mom to be happy!

*Editor's (Dad's) Note: And when we gave up 37 to YET ANOTHER D-IAA Team...

Happy birthday to me!

Today is my 3 month birthday! I have matured a great deal during the past few months. For one thing, I no longer provide my parents with daily "showers" during diaper changes. For old times sake though, I decided to surprise Mom this afternoon. Unfortunately, I lost my pants in the process. Thank goodness the cool Chicago onesie from my friends Kyle and Tiff made it!

Mom has been putting these weird things on my feet since the weather got cooler. I can't quite figure out what they are, but it's fun to kick them off and watch her scramble to find them.

I spent my birthday doing some of my favorite activities -- staring at myself in the mirror, doing some tummy time, climbing on Mom, and getting walked in the Ergo.

More Fall fashions

I asked my Mom to get me some jeans to wear in the cooler temps. Unfortunately, she thought that just because I am 3 months old, I would wear the 3-6 month jeans. She should know better after lifting me numerous times a day. What you can't tell from these pics is that the jeans refused to snap over my well-fed belly. At least my hip sweatshirt (courtesy of my friend Chris P. -- thank you!) still fits.

Battle for Connor

As many of you are aware, my allegiances are somewhat divided between my mom and my dad, and their chosen college football teams. So of course last Saturday the battle for my heart was fought on the gridiron of South Bend. As it turns out, neither team endeared themselves to me, and my final statement was made by urinating all over both onesies. Go Cal Poly!!! A live blog of pictures of me is below, as I endured the game...

Also, special thanks to my cousin Kellan for the butt-kicking chair with my name on it. And spelled correctly, nonetheless.

OK! Ready to roll! Kickoff time in South Bend, and mom wins the battle to start the outfit war. Seriously, how butt kicking is this chair? As you can tell, I dig it.

Dayne Crist leads the Irish down the field for an opening score! And gets poked in the eye by an enterprising young man matriculating from UofM in the general studies department. This was taken shortly after the true freshman replacement threw his first pick...And this was taken after about another two hours of the game. I don't know if it was the beers, or if it was the snoozer of a first half, but it is almost certainly this unbelievably comfortable chair. I will see you all when I wake up...

Whoo Hoooo!!! Crist has risen!!! Touchdown Irish. Grandma is shrieking like a banshee and dad appears to have woken up! What could possibly go wrong?

Annnnndddd, its all over!!! Big blue rolls in for the final score and holds off a last second charge! What a day! Nonetheless, as I said before, both these teams suck. Someone needs to send me a onesie in the only true colors, the maroon and silver of the Montana Griz.

Fall fashions

With the drop in temperatures, my parents have been forced to actually dress me (rather than leaving me in just a diaper). Here is one of my favorite fall outfits.

Nap time

After a nap on Mom and Dad's bed today, I cannot go back to that tiny bassinet. A man needs a little space to stretch out, you know? I'm sure Mom and Dad won't mind staying in the guest room for a while.

Early to bed, early to rise

I have heard the complaints from my followers -- the frequency of adorable pictures posted leaves much to be desired. I hate to pass the buck, but my ghost writers have not been keeping up. During a recent trip to the local coffee shop, I briefly considered approaching one of the hipsters on a laptop about becoming my new ghost writer. Because I was being "worn" in a sling by one of my ghost writers, however, I thought those employment conversations could get awkward. Instead, I decided to move up my bedtime to give my ghost writers some time to work (leaving them, of course, with detailed instructions). Below are some images of what my parents experience in getting me to sleep.

Chillin' with Mom

Although I spend most of my days with her, there aren't too many pictures of me with my Mom, since she is usually the one yielding the camera. Here are a couple of my favorites. And luckily, unlike my Dad, she keeps her clothes on for pictures (seriously, why doesn't my Dad ever wear a shirt?).

Posing with Aunt Bryn

During my recent trip to Montana, my Aunt Bryn spent a lot of quality floor time with me. She was exceedingly fun and patient, even when I was a little gassy (and therefore, a lot fussy).

She also gave me some good lessons about posing for the camera. Here are a couple of my favorite shots.

Hugs for Aunt Maggie

I recently had the chance to spend some time cuddling and napping with my Aunt Maggie. She makes a heck of a pillow, and I cannot wait for more frequent cuddles when she arrives (via Amtrak from Montana!) in a couple of months.

Challenge accepted

Those of you that follow my cousins' blog, the Chronicles of Brendan and Lainey, may have seen Lainey's attempt to out-cute me. Nice try, cuz.

Baby burrito, with a side of smiles

I've heard some babies cry when they want their parents attention at night, but I adhere to that old adage that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. When I want to play at 4 am (like I did last night), I just give my parents my thousand watt grin. And they keep falling for it (suckers!).

And to wrap up our burrito series, here are a couple more shots of me burrito-style.