Model poses

August 2010

It's play time!

Intensity at the walker play station.

Torture getting down to the beach.  O's first time in a double stroller and he kept trying to grab baby Rhett's nose, eyes, cheeks--whatever he could reach! Ouch, manners, please!

Practicing his moves at the park. 

Now we're talking: sand beard!!  Can't you taste the grit and salt?

First time

Omari survived his first night of fever.  He didn't lose his appetite for milk and with plenty of chamomile tea calmly suffers through the body heat.  The question of childhood illness seems to be less of whether the child will pull through, but how the parents come out on the other end.

Eight Months Old Day!

Omari is growing up into a growly lion.  He relishes gruff, low voice exercises any time of day--when in doubt, growl about it.  His favorite word: "Ma-maa-ma-maaa" and does he know it really goes to me, or is it his expression of all desire, need, want and depths of emotion?    His favorite actions: free-fall hitting with his whole arm, usually on himself, and biting and devouring--pacifiers, paper, shoulders, blocks.   He suffered his first week of daily "meals."  Rice, oatmeal, peach, whey, yogurt, avacado, egg yolk--it all goes down a teeny-tiny bite at a time with a grimace; however, he seems to be almost agreeable to the creamy, warm egg yolk and drinks his Juice Plus from a dropper like any hungry baby bird.

He can now sit at the big table and throw toys off the side!

He even proved his infant patience by hanging out with us at Port City Java for an hour and more, watching people and listening to the grindings and bangings behind the coffee counter.