We must be absent minded or just plain unobservant. It seems that 10 months has just slipped by without much notice. One minute Andrew was screaming his lungs out as he was rudely removed from Georgette's abode. The next, he is crawling like it's nobody's business, teething like a mad foolio (5 teeth and another on the way), squawking like a real hawk dive bombing on their prey, and devouring food like the grocery stores will have empty shelves at the rate he consumes food. He sleeps through the night, and when he does, you hear his parents sing "Haliejluah". Andrew is also a master of turning on and off lights now with his stellar clap! With a little flapping of the arms, he can wave hello and goodbye. There is also an abundance of skin slapping as he has learned from his cool daddio how to give people 5. We enjoy having him and seeing his happy smiles. He laughs quite profusely when he is given raspberries on his stomach and neck.
Here's to you, Andrew!
Andrew showing a little displeasure at the feel of grass on his hands. One day he will enjoy it, much to his parents chagrin.
Showcasing his latest bruise as he rediscovers his distaste for green, green grass.
"No pictures please! I am not modest! And I haven't even done my hair! Oh, I'm so embarrased!"
"Not only do I squawk like a hawk, I have eyes like a hawk!"
"Look at me do a one handed pushup!"
Andrew showing a little displeasure at the feel of grass on his hands. One day he will enjoy it, much to his parents chagrin.
Showcasing his latest bruise as he rediscovers his distaste for green, green grass.
"No pictures please! I am not modest! And I haven't even done my hair! Oh, I'm so embarrased!"
"Not only do I squawk like a hawk, I have eyes like a hawk!"
"Look at me do a one handed pushup!"
