Here I am in one of my favorite pieces of furniture. It's a swing with a mobile. I can sit and watch this mobile for hours. And I do sit and watch it for hours.

Uh oh. My dad in his infinite wisdom, felt a compulsion to put video clips of me on this blog. At first I told him, "Dad, you're crazy, you can't put video on a blog. You barely know rudimentary HTML, let alone figure out how to put video clips on a blog". Boy, was I ever wrong. With that, here are a few videos of me for your perusal.



My mom calls this one, "Crazy boy". Hmmm, I wonder why?



So to sum it all up, what have we learned today? Well, we already knew that my dad is quite the handyman, but I've learned not to underestimate his skills.

Let's face it, I spend most of my time sleeping. But there are those times when I'm wide awake and bushy-tailed. I think I'm more handsome than cute.



In this particular instance, I'm gonna have to go with cute.



There are other times when I just have to mull things over.



Check out my feet...pretty big, eh?



I'm getting better and better at sitting up. Don't get me wrong, I still need to be propped up, but I can still sit up nonetheless.



Then there are other times when I just want to say, "Dangnabit". Usually it's when my pacifier falls out of my mouth, then I gotta wait for either my mom or dad to pick it up, clean it and put it back in my mouth.



Check out my Elvis impression!



Ok, I need to get going. I keep saying that this blog business is tough work. Makes me work up quite an appetite.

Back in the day, I understand that my parents were quite the sophisticated drinkers. Boozehounds, lushes, boozers...What's that all about? Eli and I are gonna find out.



We're feeling a little bit tipsy.



Now wait a minute. I don't know what happened here. You'd think I was in some kind of weird college fraternity. I'm gonna chalk it up to hazing.



Ok, we stopped for a little while to catch our breath.



We've had enough. We've learned a valuable lesson today. Leave the drinking to the professionals.



Cuteness is a state of mind.



That's all for now. I need to spend some quality time with my pops.

My godmother, Kirstyn, came by to hang out with me and my moms today. I was pretty sacked and her shoulder started to look very comfy...



Here's another lovely photo of the two of us. Just the two of us, building castles in the sky, just the two of us...



My pops took a picture of me with his camera phone. What a sneaky bastid since he caught me while I was sleeping.



I like being clean, but I'm not a huge fan of bathtime... it makes me nervous.



And then I like to cuddle with my mom once I'm all clean and warm.



Absolutely perfect.

My dad used to rant and rave about riding the ferry to work. He apparently rode his bicycle from our house in Alameda to the ferry building here a mile or so away. Then he'd get on the ferry and take a nice leisurely ride into San Francisco. So mom took me on the ferry to make sure dad wasn't just making up a story. Here I am (on the left) with my friend, Eli (on the right), on a field trip to the City and some Farmer's market action. Ahoy maties!



I'm pretty suave and sophisticated for the ladies. That's right, chicks dig me.



Billie: "Hey there, handsome...what are you up to tonight?"
D-Unit: "I think heaven's missing an angel cause you're looking....d'oh, I just soiled myself".

Happy Father's Day, everyone! Well, of course, it couldn't be Father's Day if I weren't around.



At first, I was under the impression that Father's Day was one of those holidays concocted by Hallmark, but in the end, I wanted to celebrate it to the fullest. But first, I need a little nap soon.



Like my mom, I thought I'd give my dad a day of props.



I've been thinking about the old days. Back in the day, when I was first born, there was such a big celebration, I wasn't sure if I posted enough pictures of all the visitors at the hospital. From left to right, Aunt Katie, Aunt Libby and Tita (that's aunt in Tagalog) Beth.



Here's my Aunt Libby trying to look cuter than me...she almost did it, 'cept she's got that dorky ID badge on. Sorry, Aunt Libby!



"Good evening, Agent Starling. My name is Hannibal Dexter...how about some fava beans with a nice bottle of boob milk..."

It's been nice weather lately here in the Bay Area. Mom took me to lunch the other day with Jenny and Amber right by the Oakland estuary.



Then my mom took my picture before she changed my clothes and my manties. Don't try and look at my "shame", because it's cleverly disguised by my cool mobile.



Peek-a-boo! I see you!



I just wanna fly...put your arms around me, baby.



Rebecca came over to visit the other night. This is right before I had one of my world-patented meltdowns.



I gotta go. I keep tellin' you all, blogging is very tiring.

My mom and dad took me to the park today for a special occasion. It was neat because it was a meeting with some folks who my parents met during some birthing classes at Alta Bates Hospital. Such a great day to be out with other people who are my age (give or take a few weeks).

Enjoy!

Here's the whole crew in a group picture.


Well, here I am in the group, third from the left.


This is Sydney


This is Lucas, aka "Magnum, P.I."


Caleb's here.


Baby D, D-Unit, D-Tox, Sunny D


Lucas and his pops...

I wish someone would just hold me.



What do you know? Wishes do come true. Thank you, Grandma!



Instead of "Where's Waldo?", I'll call this game "Where's Dexter?".



Ginny and Lars stopped by to give me a good hold. Templeton reprezent!



Here's how I pose when I want my mom to smother me with kisses.



All this blogging makes me so tired.