Listen up, yo, 50 Cent may have his G-Unit, but momma and poppa now have, "D-Unit". Damn it feels good to be Dexter.



Dexter, aka D-Unit, loves to get his swing on.



Um, I think the flood's coming. Nice pants grandpa...



He's an angel straight from heaven.



Hold on a minute, you want me to mow the lawn?



Oh wait, you're gonna pay me? That's a capital idea!



I'm tired. Just put me in my sleep sack and I'll be on my way to catchin' some zzzz's.

I know it's been a while...I've been pretty busy. I'm looking much better nowadays.



I had some visitors a couple of weeks ago. Amy and Christian came by to represent San Francisco. They had a good laugh at my expense. Don't know why people think my hat makes me look like a Cosmonaut.



Reach out and touch someone.



When my dad told me he quit his job to be closer to me, I was mildly surprised.



And this is a recent picture that my mom and dad took of me. Cheek implants are the wave of the future, my friends.

The thing is that sometimes, I just feel groovy. I can't tell you how much I really like the hat that my dad bought me.



I fell asleep next to this character, Vlad. He's all right, he just tries to sleep in all the places where I do; my snuggle nest, my papasan/easy chair, my wrapping paper...



I was really sleepy. We're talking REM sleep. I dreamt that a big orange cat slept next to my head.



Looks like somebody went to work on our backyard in Alameda...Good job, Anthony!

Ground control to Major Tom, "take your protein pills and put your helmet on".



Houston, we have a baby.



I really am frightened over the price of gasoline these days.



Don't even get me started on the price of dental care nowadays. Maybe I should lay off the Pro-activ.



I had a hot date for lunch today. Thought I'd take her to a fine restaurant and then have my mom pay for it since, well, you know, I don't have a job. But check out how cute I am.



Did I mention that I'm really cute nowadays?



I'm four weeks and I can KICK!

I'm trying out my hand at modeling. Notice my outfit contrasting with a black velvet background.



Even though the photographer is my dad, I still have a certain threshold. I mean really, how many pictures does he have to take whilst I'm in the same pose?



Yea, I'm a prima donna.



But I can be an angel, too. An angel straight from heaven. I just needed to hide my wings and my halo.



I love my moms. I can't wait to celebrate our first Mother's Day.

Buenos dias! Es Cinco de Drinko! That's 5th of drinking for you gringos...

I'm about to hit the local bars in Alameda. I'll have a couple of bottles of boob milk, straight up! Woo-hoo, happy birthday, Cinco de Mayo!



Move over, Dimples, here comes Pizza Face.

"I'm more handsome than cute...but I can fit into either of those categories". And my mom thinks I look like Rob Corddry from The Daily Show in this picture...



To paraphrase the Talking Heads, "and he looks so cute...in his little red suit...rock on."



Took a little nap today with my pop in preparation for entertaining my mom's newlywed cousin, Shannon and her husband, Jeremy.


Here's the blushing bride.



And here's the groom.



By the way, I had to go to the doctor today. Turns out I've got a run-of-the-mill case of baby acne. Who knew?

So today, I thought I would post at least one grandfather pic. This one is of me and my mom's father when I was only a couple of hours old.



Here's one of my dad's aunts giving me a good hold.



Let me clear my throat...



Statistics indicate that babies sleep 18-20 hours a day. But what do statistics truly show? Nuthin'. All I know is that I'm sleepy now.