The triumph of hope over experience . . .

So it turns out that the love affair between Gus and his crib was indeed short lived. Last night he slept comfortably with his head resting on Dad's chest for much of the evening before taking a turn on Mom in the wee hours of the morning.

Of course tonight we will try again. And after that, we will try again . . . and again . . . and again, etc.

Other than the slight crib related regression, the weekend was a good one. Emily and Gus both received lots of presents yesterday as Emily celebrated the big 3-0, and Gus the equally big milestone of 8 weeks. I even got in on the present action (thanks again, Jesse and Susu!), with my very own frog water hose guard. Wayne and Mary prepared a very nice 100% vegetarian meal complete with homemade peach pie. Overall a nice time was had by all.

This week Gus goes to the doctor for his two-month appointment where he will receive the first round of immunizations. Bad times. Be sure to be thinking about the little man around 1:00pm this Friday.

Finally -- we expect that Gus will start to sneeze less as a cleaning crew is currently putting in hard time rounding up the herd of dust animals that reside at our house. A top to bottom cleaning is what we were promised. The clean house will be just in time for the weekend when Dan, Jess, and Ella make another visit to Minneapolis. Here are more pictures of the G-Man to brighten your Monday:

Gus smiling at his own private joke (about his parents no doubt)


The little hippo

This is unacceptable.