Six months old already

At six months, I am not crawling yet, but I am loving that mama is feeding me carrots, sweet potatoes, cereal and prunes. Still can't seem to swallow the green beans, unless i am REAL hungry, but Mom is so persistent, I will give in soon. I can say "dada" "la" (for Lawson) "ma" "ooh" and "hi". Still don't like my tummy, so i'm not planning on crawling any time soon, although Dad works with me regularly on it. I can sit on my own and only like rolling over when I'm sleeping. I'm kind of like my mama, in that if she can't do something, she's content not doing it. I'm like that with a toy, I just don't care enough to go get it. Pretty content to just watch either Mom or Dad in whatever they are doing. I am having such a great time; sleeping through the night, taking 2 long naps a day. Wow, six months is so different than being a newborn. (I think the family is in agreement that none of us really miss those days.) I still weigh around 17 pounds and am a little longer. Mom says my thighs have lost a roll.

These are just some pictures of me that Mama took. She gave them as Christmas presents. The Cowboy pics are because my parents are from the great state of Texas.





Mama's personal favorite.











This picture is totally my Dad.

This picture looks like mama when she was a baby.

A day in the life of a five month old

My life is pretty simple. It consists of eating, playing, changing my diaper, and sleeping. Well, that WAS my life all until 5 months. Now, I am attempting something new. I hear Mom and Dad say that this is "only cute at this age" and that they hope I do not keep it up when I am a teenager.


Rice cereal anyone?



It's simple. Me playing.





Must you take my picture again when I am indecent?




I have found my side. Why didn't anyone tell me about this before?



Ahhh...the new part. Isn't she cute? An older woman (six weeks older to be exact.) I just thought kissing someone my own size might be kind of fun. Promise mom, I'll stop soon. And for those of you who are doubting my kisses, I do not understand how to pucker my lips yet. This is how I kiss my parents and grandparents and aunts as well. Just ask them. Full on, slobbery mouth. (Always sure to please a crowd.)

Just pics, no words...

Show me the monkey!!

I am four months old now. I weigh 17 1/2 pounds, and am 24 inches long. Most everyone that sees me in he store asks if I'm 5 or 6 months old. What? Haven't they heard of a healthy baby?

One thing that I have really grown to love is my little Curious George. I remember talking with him when I was 2 weeks old, but it had been some time since we got to chat. The other day, we were driving home from an outing and I wasn't too happy... still need those naps, you know. Mom tried everything she could which isn't much since I have to stay in that silly car seat. But her friend Brook, mentioned that maybe I would like the monkey. So finally after 16 weeks of no George, I got to see him. I thought he had been a goner for sure. Not sure if all of you remember, but we have moved across a few states since I had seen him last. I calmed immediately. It was such sweet reuniting. Check out my pics below.

"O George...it's Lawson. It has been so long. You look good, my friend."

"Can I have a little cuddle?"

"Don't worry, I won't eat you. I just want to look into your eyes a little closer."



George was telling me what "large dark box" was like (mom called it the moving box.) Sounded scary, so i hugged him for comfort.

The other night, I didn't want to take my bottle. I have always taken a bottle at night, but I wanted my mom and dad to know that I was not interested. So after much crying, they finally got out George and I watched him take a sip, then mama, then daddy, then I did. But i only sipped as long as they did, then I thought it was George's turn again. So I gave him back the bottle. So we made rounds again. This was fun (much more fun than my bed) so I gave the bottle back to George again. Then they all took longer sips. I thought 'O good, this time I'll be able to have more than a couple of sips. I'm getting hungry and they are all taking turns on my bottle.' So when it got to me the last time, I drank up. I hoped George, mom and dad wouldn't mind. They didn't say a word... and the last thing I remember is waking up the next day.

Thanks George...so good to have you back.

This is just a pic to show how big I've gotten. I like to cuddle with mama.

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.