I am strong, my thighs are fat, I am Lawson.

I am 3 months now. My Mom accidentally erased about 6 weeks of my life off of her camera, so
you'll just have to do without. My life is so much more interesting now. I sleep, eat, and now I can play all by myself. All I need are my feet or hands, and I am thoroughly amused for 20-40 minutes. (That's a long time for a guy as young as myself.) I am taking longer naps, and I overhear her telling Daddy how much more she is getting done. In fact, I just decided to sleep through the night for the first time last night. Woke up pretty rested... amazing. My parents looked a lot better too.



Same changing table, larger Lawson. I weigh 15 pounds now.




Uh, mom, you can turn off the camera now. Dad's about to change me. I didn't pay attention before, but my future friends could be reading this and that would be real embarrassing on the soccor field someday.



See, toes are more interesting than that silly cow ever was.




Mom and I have a lunch date every day.



Today, she gave me one of her carrots.



Do I like carrots?




I had it in my little hand, but right now the carrot is falling. I heard it say, "Help me!" on the way down.

So I scooped it up and to put it out of it's misery, I put it in my mouth. Next thing you know, camera was flashing and before I could say "mmmm" it was back in my mom's hands. How did she respond so quickly? And what did she expect placing that little orange thing in front of me?




Me with dear old dad. We are looking more alike now. I thought mom said to do a serious pose. I was trying to be model like.

Lawson at 8 weeks...

Here are some, well, cute pictures of me.




So, they say my shirt is soooo appropriate. What's wrong with a little snacky snacky in the wee hours of the night? We're Americans right? Aren't we supposed to eat too much and at the wrong times. I'm just trying to fit into the culture here. I think about it every night...




Should I wake mom? She does take care of me nicely....




On the other hand, maybe I should be nice and sleep tonight...she does look tired when she comes in.




Woops, I couldn't resist. Like I tell my nana, mama's milk is soooooo delicious!
(She does look kind of tired, though. Don't worry mom, I will stop some time prior to entering college.)




Big circular chair, mama is laughing, i feel so small...

Ok I'll laugh too. It always seems to please a crowd.

Zoned on Honey's lap... maybe if I look tired, they'll put me down for a nap.

Mom just says I look cute here. Not sure what I did so cute. All I can say is it's so easy to please her.

pics from Texas

I realize that there were not the promised pics of my cute adorable self like you all were hoping for. The blog was down and my mom did not know how to save what she was doing without losing all her hard work. I am a handful you know, and she must use whatever time she has wisely.

My cousin Lexi loves me. She likes to change my diaper and hold me. I notice here how skinny I was... just wait for what i look like now.

Do I look comfortable or what?

These are my great Grandma's hands. Mama tells me that she lived in Florida and her hands are much darker than mine will ever be.

This is dear great Grandaddy. He came to one of Aunt Abigail's showers. I know, I'm sleeping again, but during that weekend, my Aunt Abigail had 3 bridal showers that I had to attend. All those women oohing and touching me. I had to ignore it awhile and try to catch some zzz's.

My great Nana liked to talk to me. She kept saying, "Well tell me about it." So I would. And then she would say, "Really?" And I thought, "This lady must not believe me or she wouldn't keep asking me "Is that right?" But it seemed to make her laugh for me to tell my story over and over again. All I'm ever saying is how great my mama is, especially her milk. And everytime I'd say, " you should try some," that's when she'd say "Really?" I don't think she was as keen on the idea. She never gave me a clear answer.

This is my great Papa... yep telling him the same story.

Same story...

Well, more to come, but the blog i messing up again. It's goodto be back!

It's been awhile...

I have been so many places in the past few weeks, well most of my life actually, that my little brain doesn't quite know what to think about it. So here is a synopsis of my adventures. The last time you saw me, I was only 4 weeks old. (I am now 14 weeks, so yeah I look a little fatter.)

It may look like I'm sleeping, but this man that mama and I are with is really important. My name is Lawson JACOB, and this is Jacob. My mama and Jacob were childhood friends. As far as I'm told, he was in a neardrowning accidnent when they were fourteen. He was in a coma for months and went to Baylor Medical Center to have the best doctors take care of him. My mama says that when she went to go see him, she was scared. So many things were happening to him, and all she could do was trust in the Lord. At that time, she wrote Jacob a letter, telling him that she loved him and that no matter what she would be there for him. Someday when she was older and had children, that she would name her first son after him. And that is me... I am so honored to be named after someone who honors the Lord with his life. My mom has told me that if she ever forgets who is in control or who knows the future, she can still hear Jacob saying, "God knows." She also says she'll tell me more of this great God as I grow up and learn more. So Uncle Jacob, thanks for the great name and the great friend that you are to my mom.

Here I am with some of my dad's family. I realize that my Nanny might be holding me, but I am captivated with this Honey of mine. (That's my dad's mom...no, i'm not eating honey yet.)

LAUGHING IT UP!

When one is loved and cared for as I am one can not help but to laugh it up and smile. In fact dad frequently says that I am "Mr. All Smiles" (coupled with being spoiled rotten of course). My response would be that I can't help it. These people are either really excited to see me or really goofy. Regardless of which one, I guess one could say that I am pretty happy to be a part of this family as well. They love me and I love them. Just check out the smiles below.


It's funny how a one month old can make grown adults do the funniest things. They will talk in funny voices, make strange faces, and even mimic other items like cars and animals all to see a baby smile and laugh.












Mom and dad call this my game face-- "ROOAAR!"

It's A Jungle Out There!

Of course I'm spoiled. Just check out this cool jungle my PawPaw and Mimi got me. My PawPaw lives on some remote safari in the far away place of Idaho. Mom says these pics give a real good look at how much I have grown. I'm growing up fast! Growing up Fast!

• I am fascinated with the cow for some reason. Mom says it's because of the black and white contrast (apparently that's all I can see right now). Dad swears it's just the cow. What neither of them know is that its really an expression of my undying love for Chic-fil-a.

• One day I'll actually be able to reach up and grab that cow off the gym. Meanwhile Dad and Mom get a big kick at watching me try.
  

• Thanks again PawPaw and Mimi.
  

Welcome to the Gun Show

My dad says on an every other day basis that I am the future starting linebacker of the Fightin' Texas Aggies class of 2025 (TEXAS A&M). Whatever that means, I'm game. Just check out the muscles I've been working on.

• Get your game face on. Beware all Bears, Red Raiders, and Longhorns! BEWARE.
  

• These things are a good 4 inches.
  

• This is dad and me talking pigskin fundamentals. Needless to say, he's starting me early.
  

• All this heavy lifting makes a guy tired. Besides if I'm going to hit barge at Granny and PawPaw's house I have to get my rest.
  

• Anyone that can accurately guess the function of this little item wins a prize. FLEX ON!