Thursday was doctor's appointment day in Tupelo. Billy's still cruising at the top of the height and weight charts for his age (four months, for those of you keeping track), and the doctor more or less confirmed what we already knew--that he is awesome.
Then they stuck him with some horrendous looking needles for his vaccinations and he screamed and made me feel terribly guilty since just a second before that he was smiling and laughing and was nice to the nurse with the needle. I felt like I betrayed his trust.
Luckily, I think he has a short memory. Then it was on to the Tupelo mall, where, suprisingly, they have a pretty good Santa working the floor. Billy's grandparents from North Carolina met us there--the beginning of our early Christmas festivities. He handled all the hooplah like a champ, as you can see from the picture. He only appears to be looking at the camera. He was really looking at his mother, who was shamelessly doing this little wiggly dance that always seems to get his attention. It's truly awful, but it makes him laugh--as in, "Oh my god, my mom is such a dork."
He would not stop sticking out his tongue, however, and in that respect definitely takes after me. All my early baby portraits have the same tongue poking out.
His grandparents spoiled him all weekend--but that's the next post!
2 comments:
That's the happiest baby I've ever seen with a Mall Santa before! Good job with the happy dance. You should definitely bottle that and sell it to moms desperate for a good picture.
BTW, Julia and I were just discussing yesterday that we think Mom & Dad are dead on the side of the road. This is the longest they've ever gone without calling us. I think we've been replaced...
I do believe that Billy may be totally made of awesome.
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