During a particularly good Active-Alert phase this morning we tried to capture the elusive Simon Smile. I’ll let you be the judge of how well we did. Follow the link through the picture below (of a definitely non-smiling Simon, although I think he looks like he’s thinking about something funny) to the entire Simon Smiles Series.
Wearing his latest straight-from-the-UK fashions (courtesy of his pen-pal Thomas), Simon prepares to meet the hipsters at Highland Coffee Company while Mom and Dad get caffeinated.
Despite how awake he is in this picture, he pretty much slept through the whole event. No coffee for Simon!
Check out more pictures as Simon approaches week three.
It’s a good thing someone does, because after getting totally overstimulated at his first Halloween party Simon is currently throwing what may be the most intense fit of his short little life. He’s adorable in his cute little Halloween outfit, though (pictured below about five minutes before total meltdown).
Just found these pictures from Simon’s last day in the hospital. He’s a week-and-a-half older now and much less yellow, but I thought they were pretty funny and I wanted to post them. Looks a little like Winston Churchill in the rightmost one, doesn’t he? We shall fight on the beaches…we shall nevah surrendah!
From all the recent photos of me and Simon together, you might be tempted to think that I’m the one doing all the work around here. Yeah, right! It’s just that most of Jessica’s time with Simon involves a certain amount of nudity. So today, I’m determined to get some good (non-nude) photos of Simon and his Mom.
In response to the many requests for more photos of Simon, Jessica and I are trying to be a bit less shy with the camera. Simon’s also starting to look a bit less, um, “fresh outta the womb” and growing more baby-like every day.
Congratulations to my cousin Chuck and his wife Heather on the birth of their new son, Benton Ford, today. I’ve congratulated a lot of my friends on the arrival of their children in the past year, but this is the first congratulations I’ve sent as a dad myself. Kind makes me all sappy, ya know?
Anyway, to celebrate I have added both to the family tree. Simon and Benton share the same great-great-grandparents, which I believe makes them third cousins.
In about two hours, Simon will officially be one week old. In honor of this, Simon decided to keep us up almost all night last night. We’re fried, but we have to take him to his first appointment at the pediatrician (same one I went to thirty-some-odd years ago) this afternoon. There’s a Heine Bros. Coffee on the way, so if I can get there first I might just survive the trip.
The photographs are starting to accumulate, so I started the first Simon Album over in the Gallery. We’re trying hard not to overdocument his every fart and sneeze, but visitors usually make for good photo ops.
Tristan and Percival are checking out the smelly new arrival napping in his cradle.
Before anyone freaks out, I should point out that Cat/Simon interaction is carefully monitored. Percy and Tristan like to stop by and sniff him occasionally (Good God, why?!), but other than that they never seem to want to get too close to their tiny, noisy, stinky new brother. We have been effusive with our praise.