I suppose it was only a matter of time before Felix starting doing the big, cheesy grin for the camera. Here, he was crying and was all weepy and sad leaning on Giles. It was cute, in this sort of pathetic way. I got the camera out, Felix saw the camera, and then Felix cheesed it up. And then the picture was lost.
Felix is doing well with food. As long as it’s meat, bread, or cheese (or covered in cheese), at least.
Speaking of cheese, you may note the beginning of Cheese Face in a few of these. You also may note the start of an expedition to Felix’s brain, to be made entirely by finger. And if you’re really good, you may note that that shirt is not just a monkey shirt, but a PIRATE monkey shirt. Somebody at Gymboree is a genius.
But first, a word from our pets.
The second and third most-photographed beings in our apartment are the cats, Fuzz Manchu and Minerva C. Picklebottom. Lately Fuzz has been sleeping on the back of the couch in the position we call “Supercat.”
Minnie (who looks almost exactly like Fuzz) is Felix’s BFF. They play together and she lets him pet her in exchange for sleeping most of the day on his changing table. Fuzz, while most standoffish, is also more photogenic. Apologies to Minnie for the underrepresentation here.
Felix is already completely obsessed with computers. Sometimes he’ll play with his own instead of pitching a fit over one of ours. And sometimes, it’s really cute.
Doesn’t it look like he’s actually doing something with it? He even holds the mouse correctly!
As much as I poke fun at the Brits and the snow, New York isn’t much better. I think this was the first “Snow-pocalypse” of 2010… Really not that much accumulation, but further south they got something like 20 inches. All I know is that it was enough expected snow that no one went into the office and the cafeteria offered a free sandwich buffet so the cafeteria staff could go home early.
Felix wasn’t terribly interested in the snow. He was a lot more concerned about getting his hands on some baby yogurt. Every time we open the fridge he sidles in there to grab a yogurt. He can’t open it, or even really successfully feed it to himself, but he does love obtaining it.
Check out these cheeks today! Felix’s pointy half molars have suddenly turned into full-blown molars (though still only three of them), and I think he’s feeling it.
Also, since I’ve gotten lectured for never appearing in any of these pictures, Felix and I cheezed it up a bit.
Pirate bath toys (thanks, Stance) + pirate towel and washcloth set (thanks, grandma and pop-pop) = obligatory pirate-themed bathtime pictures!
Sadly, many of the pictures of Felix tearing around in just his towel could get me arrested in many states and I couldn’t figure out how to put a censor bar in. Sorry!
All right, I’ll admit that not one of us stayed up to see in the New Year. Welcome to parenthood, the land of the boring…
Recommendation to others: overnight transatlantic flights are not fun with newly-mobile babies who are too big for the bassinet and too young to get their own seats. NOT FUN. After a good amount of screaming and squirming, we arrived in England to find snow. Many of you will not understand that, apparently, 3-4 inches of snow can completely cripple the entire southern portion of England. Also, Hertz kind of … sucks.
Anyway – Felix seemed to enjoy his first English Christmas. He spent most of the week learning to navigate stairs (a new thing for an apartment baby!), and trailing his cousin Oscar around. Luckily, Oscar didn’t seem to mind too much.
Here are a few Christmas pictures, and some (cold) Christmas afternoon beach trek pictures.
