smacky and bucky

Great Caps game last night. Laura went to her neighborhood "knit night"(wine and knitting and such, which is great therapy for her, to be around adults!) so it was me and the kid. And even though our guy was a little sore from the THREE vaccinations he received yesterday afternoon at his two-month appointment, since he's such a perfect little guy he just fell asleep in my arms, then slept another hour in his swing.



He didn't make it long into the game. He's only two months old. He's hardly glanced at the dogs and cats in our house yet, and they're real. TV certainly means little to him.

His newborn PJs are now officially too small, but he's kind of swimming in his 0-3 month PJs now! He hasn't hit 10 pounds yet, so this photo is misleading. He's not a chunker. Bent over and head tilted down has to be about the most unflattering position an adult could be in when photographed. It only seems to work for babies.