Five months young

Carpet Beetles

The natural progression of Sunday

9 a.m. Pre-Church. Life is good!

1 p.m. Post-Church. Broken shell of a 4 month old.

Three hours of Church meetings can take its toll on the sanest of human beings. Collectively, we believe our family is no exception. The only difference is that while the adults grin and bear it, baby Augustus wears it, on his oxford onesie sleeve. Poor Gussie!

Just a little to the right

Mummy's Boy

Gus sitting in his Daddy-Armchair

Thank you Grandma Schow for the cute Hallowe'en PJs!

I only have eyes for you!

When it comes to Gus, a little face time, with himself, goes a long way. Who can blame him? He never tires of his own jokes and stories, everyone is a winner in the staring contest and those Vanilla Ice dance moves never lose their ninja RAP!

It's Tryout!

We needed to test Augustus' tolerance of uncomfortable accessories and apparel as his first Hallowe'en draws near. Overall, we feel he played the role of shy and depressed, tennis player-teddy bear with maturity and grace and he showed no signs of fear in front of the camera. This bodes well for what is in store this October 31st!