adios america, bonjour canada

Bonjour! I am in Canada right now. Since I have been cooped up and trying to hide from the oppressive Texas heat all summer long, I had no idea that people could ever enjoy the outdoors so much. I have been walking by the ocean. And I put my little baby feet in a patch of bright green fuzzy grass without fear of being eaten alive by fire ants. The weather is perfect and the flowers are still in full bloom.

This me and my mom on the ferry from Port Angeles, Washington to Victoria, BC. It was a perfect day for an ocean voyage. I was such a good boy on the ferry . . . just like I was a good boy on my flight to the northwest.

gotta go. I have a full day planned tomorrow. I am going to the ocean, the park, Pags, and maybe to do a bit of shopping. I need to shop because my mom did a terrible job of packing and I pretty much have nothing to wear. Maybe I can buy a shirt with a picture of a beaver on it.

my first solo outing

I don't have any photos to prove it but, on Wednesday, I went to visit Terese and Jo without my mom. My mom had some work to do around the house and I really don't like being set down so Terese and Jo offered to visit with me and I had such a fun time . . . other than when they had to try to make me eat from a bottle.

I am still not so sure about that whole bottle nonsense. I am getting better though; last week when Terese came over to practice the bottle with me, I drank 2 oz and my dad got me to eat 1/2 oz on Sunday.

I am so brave. I stayed with Terese and Jo for four hours or so. We played and chatted and danced and did I ever sleep good that night! They are so much fun and they love to tell me how cute and smart I am.

bonne fete

Yesterday, I celebrated my three month birthday. Bonne fete! No, we didn't celebrate with cupcakes but my dad did buy me a cute shirt (size 6 months) and a new toy. This photo was taken at the babyshower we had at my mom's work just a few days before I was born. I am practicing my French because I will be going to Canada soon. My passport arrived in the mail (I look like a thug) and my mom promptly booked our flights to get outta here. We will first visit my great-grandparents in Washington then go to Victoria, BC. I am so excited to meet them and to see the ocean. Today, my sister came over to help me try on warmer outfits so I know what to take with me. It sure won't be 100+ degrees in the northwest.

pony patch

This is me playing in my pony patch sometime in the middle of August. You can tell it is an older photo because my hummingbird outfit doesn't fit me anymore. Suddenly last week, I woke up one morning and had absolutely nothing to wear so I was forced to go shopping. I HATE shopping and I scream whenever I enter a store no matter how happy I am on the way there or in the seconds before we go inside. I suppose my mom should be thankful about my hatred of shopping otherwise she probably would have spent way too much money this summer while she wasn't working. Not much to do in 100+ degree heat other than go to the mall! Instead, we have been mostly housebound. I am just now starting to love my pony patch. Whenever my mom's arms are about to break off from carrying me around all day, we will go upstairs to my bedroom and play either in my pony patch or with my new mobile. Yesterday, I realized that if I kick the sides of my pony patch, I can shake the animals around all by myself. p.s. my dad will probably think this photo is goofy because I didn't rotate it but you have to be a rocket scientist to mess around with formatting on my blog. UGH!

the back of my head

This is a picture of the back of my head. No one ever gets to see it in photos. I am losing some hair in the front and on the top of my head and I look a bit like a middle-aged accountant. But look how thick and dark my hair is in the back! My dad is probably jealous; last week, he gave himself a haircut and he has some patchy/bald bits but my mom says it will grow back so he shouldn't cry about it.
This photo was taken at Romeo's when we had lunch with my dad. There isn't much my mom can eat at Romeo's these days. Manicotti is off limits because of my aversion to dairy.
During lunch, we met a woman who thought I was the cutest baby ever (who doesn't think that???). She told us that she has a baby boy and Atticus is one of the names she considered. Instead, she opted for Knox.

the love of my life (so far)

This is a picture of me and Jo. I love her and she adores me. The day after the dreaded meeting at my mom's work, I had lunch at Terese's house with my mom, Jo and Mamie. Jo had five children of her own and she has a handful of grandchildren. She is one of those people who knows just how to talk to babies and she says all of the right things. We danced and chatted all afternoon. I could listen to her all day talk about how perfect I am. Jo also has interesting stories about how babies were raised years ago. She says people used to tape coins to baby belly buttons to get them to flatten out. We are going to ask her to try a bottle with me. If anyone can convince me that a bottle might be a good idea, it is Jo.