Rub A Dub Dub

Andy and I went to visit his cousin Josef to help him and his parents pack because they are moving to Tennessee. Josef needed a bath so we decided to throw (well, okay not 'throw'- gently place) Andy in the tub with him. It's quite cute because Andy is in the 2nd percentile in size for his age and his cousin is in the 97th. Let's just say both of Andy's butt cheeks equal one of Josef's butt cheeks. They are the two most adorable boys! We call them the second set of twins because their dad's are both twins to each other. We will miss having Josef so close by to play but look forward to taking trips to the south each year!

He Scoots!

Gone are the days I can set Andy on the floor and rest assured he will be in the same spot I placed him. The other day I set him in his car seat (unbuckled) and went to go grab something
from the kitchen. When I came back into the front room he was lying on the floor three feet away from the chair looking up smiling at me. It was like a magic trick! I had to do a double take and thought "how on earth???" He's starting to pick up on his grandpa's magician skills. It really scared the crap out of me. Just hours later he demonstrated his master scooting skills by dragging himself across the floor to grab a toy. This can only mean one thing I need to get done.... babyproofing.

Half a Birthday to Andy!

We celebrated Andy's 6 month and Pop's 80 1/2 birthday. Andrew was quite determine to look at his birthday balloon rather than the camera. We did however get some excellent shots of him plunging his pudgy hands into birthday cake. We sang 'happy birthday' only replaced our own words 'half a birthday.' And of course we sang the swedish version of 'happy birthday' because Muffy ( my grandmother, the lady in the picture) is 1/2 swedish. Of course we don't know the real words that well and I am sure we would sound half drunk to any native speaker but it's tradition! Andy proceeded to have a tummy ache and worried his parents so badly they called his pedatrician at 11 at night. She told them to take him to the E.R. if he was still screaming in an hour. We rocked him and sang to him and he finally gave up and fell asleep. Besides that incident it was a great party. Good times were had by all.

Buy him some peanuts and cracker jacks!

Andy shows us his exceptionally stunning baseball uniform. I told him all about Babe Ruth, Mickey Mantel, Lou Gherig, Joe DiMaggio and others while putting this outfit on him. I also told him about how his great- grandfather (the one he shares a birthday with- only 80 years apart!) once tried out for professional baseball. I told him how I practiced all the time with his great-grandpa and just loved softball. I still wasn't good enough to make even the high school team. Small things in my day bring up large conversations that I realize I need to tell Andy. Because how else would he know? I will take him to a ball game one day when he is old enough and tell it all again to him. In the meantime he looks cute in the outfit.

Matthew finally figured out how make this template work!!!