Pass the corn on the cob

It took more than 50 photos and I still need two separate frames to document Fang's five teeth. As you can see, he's got two bottom teeth and three top teeth - with a fourth that's been trying to come in for weeks. There are only a few faces he makes where you can really see them but woe is the fool who encounters them (fingers, shoulders, knees, feet, he's not choosy on spots). He also applies them to non-parent items, like the laundry rack. Just call him the "non-traditional uses for traditional items" guy.

Who, me?

This is Kasper's newest face. He makes it for all sorts of reasons, most often because he hears a sound that interests him - the food processor, the shower, the coffee grinder. He loves the sound of the coffee grinder, he's going to be the youngest person on record to get a Starbucks card.
Everyday he gets more interested in the world around him. Unfortunately, he also gets less interested in taking naps...

I learned it from watching you, Dad!

I knew he would be a coffee drinker like his father (plus sharing his name with my grandfather's coffee company), but I had no idea it would start so soon.

Homeward bound

Kasper is getting some Daddy time this week since Pat has some extra days off from work. We have learned our lesson from the trips of the last two months - we are hanging out around the house. Not. Going. Anywhere. (Well, I'm going to work but that doesn't really count.)

One giant step for man...

Eight months old and Kasper thinks he should walk. He is systematically trying to destroy the entire apartment, especially anything expensive and electronic (surround sound speakers, both computers). He keeps taking a book called "Learn to Communicate" off the shelf. He likes to use his pacifiers backwards.

He's our wild man and we wouldn't trade him for the world!

(Although there are times when we look for a box big enough to ship him to one of his grandmothers...)

Cut from the same cloth

Kasper and I met a very nice man during our train trip to Fayetteville. A fine Southern gentleman, wearing a suit on a Saturday afternoon, who remarked, "Your boy really favors you, ma'am. I know right away he who he belonged to." And the girls in my store, they say all the time how Kasper looks like me.

And I told everyone, thanks, but I don't really see it.

To me, he looks like Kasper.

Well, OK, in this picture, I see it. I see a whole lot of it - and it's more than a little frightening!

Ready, set... nap

One pacifier in the hand AND one in the mouth is much better than any birds in a bush, according to Kasper.

I've been trying to get some shots of Fang's, excuse me, Kasper's new teeth but he's not cooperating (shocking, eh?). He's got two coming in on the bottom and three on the top. And while they don't really show unless he's got his mouth wide open, they sure are sharp. Take my word for it.

P.S. Sorry for the lack of postings - we went to see my parent's last week and left Patrick home alone. He discovered new and exciting ways to make ground beef part of your daily diet but we're back now and congestive heart failure has been averted.