Friday, June 29, 2007

Mozart or Jerry Lee Lewis?


Freddy loves his GranPete heart and soul.

Monday, June 25, 2007

World Turned Upside Down


Having a baby will do that to you. Happy Five Months, Fredo.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Just tha' Boyz

So, Freddy got left with his dad, ALONE, for almost the entire day today. To be honest, there was some trepdiation, by both Freddy and Dad, but as you can see, there was nothing to worry about. The day was pure, unadulterated, and TOTALLY un-contrived FUN:

First, we played some hoops:

















Then we listened to some hip-hop:

















Then we talked (Pirates) baseball:





And finally, we kicked back with a couple of cold ones:
The perfect end to a perfect day of male bonding. Stay tuned for the next post, entitled: "Mom reveals what REALLY happened." :)

Monday, June 18, 2007

RAD GLAD WELL-CLAD JAD the DAD

To celebrate Dad Day, Freddy gave his Dad a bobblehead of their mutual favorite current member of the Pirates roster, FRD's namesake, Freddy Sanchez. Freddy couldn't decide who had the more enormous head.

He also played wildcat in the Zona t-shirt his Aunt Jennie gave him back when the shirt seemed so giant we couldn't imagine it would ever fit. AND, speaking of putting on the pounds, he graduated from his baby bjorn carrier to the uberchic Ergo carrier his Nana gave him before he was born. And he couldn't keep his eyes open in it.
Oh yeah, then some more intense sitting with the goal of exhausting oneself so to go to sleep early so that dear dad can enjoy his OTHER father's day present, Deadwood Season Three on DVD. yippee!

Friday, June 15, 2007

Sorry

This whole sitting up thing is just cracking us up. Has anyone ever tried to do something more hilarious and difficult looking? Of course, that intense look on Freddy's face could also be b/c lately he's been thinking really hard about how he might be able to eat the camera.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

The Jolliest Jumper

Sorry this is sideways. Freddy's parents aren't too clever.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Apparently



being 4.5 months old is entirely about figuring out who thinks you're cute enough to allow you to douse them in spitup, drool, and/or poop and still wants to give you hugs, kisses, and unlimited cuddling. Freddy found himself some good suckers. Do you blame us?