All my boys went to school for their respective first days yesterday. There were very few tears--even from Philip, who has rejoined the ranks of junior high. Interestingly enough, they were all dressed in royal blue. A handsome bunch, I'd say.
Classic papa-son pose.
It's official: Seba turned one today. We celebrated with some friends in our new place. Yay! Many loud shouts in all directions. Except for Seba, from whom there was no shouting. No crying either, apart from when he bonked his head on the wall. Other than that, totally cool with many people and lots of attention.
Happy New Home!
Here he is, sporting a fab shirt from Nana!
He has spotted something interesting and he's off.
So pleased with himself. Waking up happy from his morning nap.
And he gravitates toward the classics. He is our son!
The title, "L.A. Boys," was Oliver's suggestion. He came out whilst we were taking photos of Seba in OP's Angels hat. Initially, he wanted the hat back right away, but as soon as he saw how cute Seba was in it and how much fun he was having he decided to join the project. He went to his room and came back with his Dodgers cap. He said to papa, "take a picture of us and post it with 'L.A. Boys.'" So here is the post with accompanying photos.
Riding the truck--with close supervision, of course. (At this age Oliver was already riding one-handed and wielding the other in victory or neighborly greeting. Seba is a bit more reserved.)
Endless fun with the baby in the mirror. Any mirror works, even this lightweight play mirror, which results in fantastically distorted versions of our beautiful baby. It's no matter to Seba; he loves the baby every time.
Smiling through the pacifier. He has honed this skill to a fine art. A favourite family game is to get him to laugh or to smile so much that the pacifier falls out.
"Did I ever eat rice cereal?," Oliver asked recently. "Why, yes, you did." The photo above proves that he ate (mostly) some gloppy whitish stuff anyway. This question was prompted by the eating adventures of Sebastian, who, whilst he does eat rice cereal (reluctantly), is shown below during a meal of sweet potatoes. So, those of you who enjoy weighing in on their relative resemblance to one another, have at it. We look forward to your observations!
"He's big, mama!," proclaimed dear Oliver this morning. Big brother still moves to the couch to hold little brother, but he no longer needs a pillow for a prop. The little dude also eats food now (we got tired of his screaming protests and dangerous swiping at dinner time).
