...and Growing.

It's official: I'm a big boy now.

At 14 weeks old, my hair was so long that dad decided it was time for a cut. Mom cried. I was totally cool with the whole ordeal.



I also went to my 3rd baseball game and none of my fellow fans could believe how calm I was. I say, "I'm a Rockies fan, what do you think?"



I'm getting really strong - working on my forearms so I can bat like Helton one day.

In addition to baseball, I also love to sing and dance.

Mom sings to me and I love to chime right in, smiling the whole time.



I may not be totally dancing yet, but I am standing (with a little help) - I've even taken a few steps!

What comes next? Crawling?

"Born curious, I love to keep you guessing."

I'm a Gemini, that's for sure.

Since the day I was born, I have LOVED looking all around- that must be my curious nature.



Sometimes, mom & grandma just sit me down and watch me as I stare at the sky and the world around me. They try to guess what it is that makes me giggle & coo, but only I really know.



It wasn't until just recently that I even bothered to look down. I discovered my toes as I walked around (with mom's help) in the baby pool.



I'm a very happy boy. Mom was afraid she'd have to let me cry through the night before I actually slept through, but instead, at 12 weeks she listened as I played and cooed through the night.



Every morning I wake up with a big grin on my face to melt my mom's heart.



Growing stronger all the time, I spend my days discovering my hands (fist-bump!)...

strengthening my neck (under the supervision of the cat)...



and learning to sit up like a big boy (17 pounder that I am.)



But before my happy dreams begin each night, I end each day cuddled up to mommy, as Fiona cuddles up to me.