a new man...
These are pictures from January and February. As you can see, Rilo is now sitting up (and not spitting up--yay!). He's got teeth! And he was baptised. A new man, indeed. But I guess everything is still new and a milestone at this age, including the ability to eat one's own toes or the joy of fuzzy heads. Well, please read and look on...
Sitting up.
Ah munna eat choo!
Ah munna eat mah toes!
Ah eats rubber duckies! (duck? what duck?)
I'm an angry lobster.
Ok... onto more reverent moments, like Rilo's baptism.
With godparents, Sarah and Jerome.
With the extended family outside Holy Family Church.
In his new casual suit.
With mom and pops.
Meeting Doreen--she's hilarious!
With Josh and Dot "that's MY spatula" Paddison and Christina in Venice.
oooooh.... I like fuzzy heads.
Sitting up.
Ah munna eat choo!
Ah munna eat mah toes!
Ah eats rubber duckies! (duck? what duck?)
I'm an angry lobster.
Ok... onto more reverent moments, like Rilo's baptism.
With godparents, Sarah and Jerome.
With the extended family outside Holy Family Church.
In his new casual suit.
With mom and pops.
Meeting Doreen--she's hilarious!
With Josh and Dot "that's MY spatula" Paddison and Christina in Venice.
oooooh.... I like fuzzy heads.
posted by grace & marty at 11:50 PM
1 Comments:
in the mahogany baby leisure suit, rilo has this stone-cold stylish innocence
(like tupac on a good day at the courthouse)
and he is saying, like he said before, "what duck?"
that's right, rilo. when in doubt, the answer is always "what duck?" after all...
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