If you look back at the pictures from when I was first born you will see a slow progression of my hair becoming…. um… less. My Dad told me that it will grow back thicker and redder. I have to tell you… I’m not that happy with the current trend. The Captain Stubbing haircut is kinda making me want one of Isaac’s famous tropical drinks.

Here I am chilling on top of Dad. He’s pretty comfortable… except… his face is kinda scratchy. His shirt on the other hand is very soft. Mom is the queen of soft, sweet smelling laundry. She got that gene from Gammy Carol. So back the the scratchy face… come to think of it… it’s not just weekends that Dad’s face is scratchy… it’s pretty much all the time. Can someone tell him that the Miami Vice look is um… a bit dated. I wonder if he rolls the sleeves up on his blazers?

Last Sunday, Mom and Dad took me to Calf Pasture Beach in Norwalk. It was my first time there… but more incredibly it was Dad’s first time too. He’s lived in Norwalk for over five years, and has yet to go to the town beach. It was kinda hot, but the milk and the shade was cool… so I was doing just fine. Dad was being a good sport… but got a whole lot happier once he got some ice cream. I think he finished Mom’s too. When do I get some of that stuff?

It’s nice to have a big sister. I think she likes having a little brother too. Do you think we look alike?

OK… enough! My parents keep teasing me by putting the tip of their noses into my mouth when I’m really hungry. And yes… I seem to be falling for it every time. It’s partially my fault though… I’m the one who keeps falling for it. I look up and see this protruding flesh-colored thing… and I assume I’m going to get fed by it. Please… someone tell them to stop… it’s not funny anymore. OK… I guess if I if I pull myself out of the situation… it is a little bit funny.

Well, I’m starting to get into the 5-7oz range of milk… I’m digging the extra calories cuz it’s helping me grow. But… sometimes I get excited and I drink it all bit too fast… and I really need to burp. And that’s when I specifically need my Dad. Somehow he has the magic touch when it comes to burping me. Maybe it’s from all the seltzer that he drinks. Mom says he’s quite good at burping himself too.

So… I get this envelope in the mail, and inside is a card with my name and some long number. I’m told that this is the number by which the federal government identifies me. And with this number I am required by law to give this so-called “government” almost half of everything I earn in my lifetime? Does this sound right? Can anyone help me here? Is this a joke? Really? Maybe I should just pretend that I never got it

Ahhhh…. Sunday. After a long, hard week… finally I can relax. Here I am with my Gammy sitting at Aunt JuJuBee & Uncle Rich’s beautiful tropical retreat. Here’s a factoid… 4 weeks ago today, at this very pool… I broke my Mom’s water (or was it my water?). Of course, not all things can be accounted for, Mom and Dad missed the BBQ. OK… Mom, Dad.. I owe you a few burgers, some dogs, and some cole slaw. Take it of my allowance

BTW… in case there was any doubt in anyone’s mind… yes… I have red hair! Just like Dad’s.

I’m getting used to this bath thing… the only time I don’t like it is when Mom and Dad pull me out and I get a bit cold. Notice my strategically placed soap bubbles… that’s not Photoshop people… that’s perfect styling at it’s best.