so many faces, nothing but time

Since Dec seems to be getting his bobble head under control more these days, my mom whipped out the exerciser she had from when my nephew was little.  And.we.hit.gold!  Not only did he love it, but it tired him out so much that today he slept through a frozen yogurt run, followed by some shopping at Target.  The man slept for 3.5 hours, which NEVER happens in our house!  Instead, he likes to cat nap throughout the day.  

You better believe that I immediately went online and ordered myself a version for our home.  Not only is it educational (and gets him to exercise those tree trunks), but it frees me from having to hold him all the time.  Not to mention it's variety from his usual -- swing, mini swing, activity zoo, couch to stretch out.

And yes, he does enjoy looking at himself in the mirror.  Hey, who can blame him?

This was my rear view on the way home from playing with the exerciser ... perfection.

I love that I can make him smile almost on command ... melts my heart.

When super smiley, his mouth is almost as big as baby Duke's  (Giuliana and Bill anyone?)

I propped him up on the couch and we went through his basket of toys, seeing if he preferred any over others. Sophie was a hit, as you can tell by that smirk on his face.  What you can't see is the drool coming out and forming a nice little puddle all over his Batman logo.

I wish I would have taken a picture of his outfit in its entirety -- I left the batman onesie unbuttoned and matched it nicely with a pair of white and blue striped sweatpants.  In our home, sometimes we like to choose comfort over fashion.  [But if I'm being honest, I couldn't for the life of me find the plain white t's I have for him .. so much for being organized.]

 

Bath time is no longer a calming ritual, but instead it hypes him up and he just splashes that fat bod from side to side.  My favorite two shots are the second one on the left -- he was laughing at the faucet in the tub and the bottom right.  No joke, every time it'd reach down and tell him it's time to get out he'd start furiously splashing, kind of his way of telling me to f off.