



A superb slice of Americana







Isn't he cool?
Not quite as cool...but I tried.




This is Riley's new high chair. Someone in our church gave us their old one, which was a huge relief because I wasn't wanting to go out and buy a new one. Doesn't Riley look big in it? The high chair addition to our home came just in time. It's starting to get really hard to feed Riley. Everytime he sees the spoon headed for his mouth, he thinks it's really fun to grab on to it. The problem with this is that he gets baby food all over his hands. From there, the baby food quickly migrates to Riley's hair, clothes, face and then somehow it gets all over me. Now that we have a high chair, I can just drape him with a sheet, sit him on top of a giant plastic tarp, and then hose the whole thing down when he's done eating. Problem solved.
These are pictures of Riley's new favorite toy...yep...you guessed it. It's a lamp. Should I be at all worried that my baby is obssessed with a lamp? No matter where he is in the room, he always squirms around so he can look at the lamp. He'd rather stare at the crazy old thing then eat. He loves to suck on the metal lamp shade, and I have to admit that I sometimes let him (of course I take care to make sure the thing is unplugged and turned off so as to avoid electrocution).


Okay, so I know I said sometime around Dec. 31 that I was going to post more pictures from Christmas. Sorry it's taken me so long. This is cute little Riley and Grandma McMurry.
Riley and Grandpa Kelky. Riley slept pretty bad while we were down there, and grandpa rocked him to sleep a few times. I think Grandpa got just as good a nap as Riley out of the deal.


Chewing on his hand....as usual. I'm surprised Riley's hand isn't permawrinkled...you know, like your hands look after you get out of the bathtub after a long soak.







Merry Christmas everyone! Here's a little Santa suit that we bought for Riley this Christmas. He's sitting beside his girlfriend, Mrs. Clause. Whoever designed Riley's costume obviously doesn't understand babies and the tendency they have to put everything within reach in their mouth. By the end of the night, the little white cottony ball on his costume was so wet that you could wring the spit out of it. Oh well. All I have to do is dip that thing in a little bit of sugar and he'll be happy for hours.




