Grandma and Grandpa Take Precedence Over Blogging

I haven't had much time to blog these past several days because it's been an eventful weekend. In fact, I'm currently writing this post from mommy's iPhone during my late morning feeding. Yes, I'm THAT talented.

Grandma and Grandpa are in town visiting from New Hampshire, so we've been out and about. 

A full report on the weekend and pictures with Grandma and Grandpa coming tomorrow. For now, I'll leave you with a shot from our dinner out on Saturday night.

Love,

WFT

Happy Birthday To Me

It's my birthday today. Well, not really. You see, there exists this odd phenomenon in a baby's first year of life. Parents seem to want to celebrate every month anniversary of their baby's date of birth during that first year. Perhaps what the parents are really celebrating is their own survival each month that passes by. Just call me Weston Freud...

Regardless, today apparently marks a momentous day. A day of joy and celebration... for M & D, that is. For me, today was a day of somewhat cruel and unusual punishment. I was subjected to an hour-long photo shoot. That's right. One hour of being propped up on pillows and blankets (and, mind you, I still cannot aptly hold my head up on my own), with a camera in my face and bright lights flashing. 

It was kind of fun... for the first 10 mins. I was a good sport, though, because it seemed so important to mommy. I even flashed a few smiles, which were received with squeals of delight. But after the 60-minute mark, I'd had enough of this nonsense (see evidence of my meltdown below).

Now, behold the fruits of our labor. And, okay, I have to hand it to mommy, we got A LOT of pretty great shots.

Love,

WFT

Le Bébé & A Few Of His Favorite Things

Some things I love:

1. I love my bébé onesie. The one disadvantage to being photographed so regularly and displaying such photographs for uncensored viewing by the general public is that there then exists concrete, indisputable evidence of the fact that I tend to wear certain favored garments on more than one occasion. And I know, since I'm pretty sure I'm a celebrity, that I'm not supposed to repeat my outfits very frequently. Princess Kate was pretty much crucified for doing so after she married William. I hope they don't allow George to make the same mistake. But, I digress. The reason I love my bébé onesie so much is because it was the first article of clothing mommy bought for me. She held out until the fourth month of her pregnancy, but then couldn't resist a small purchase for her yet-to-be-born baby when she came across said onesie.

2. I love my Ergo Baby carrier (a HUGE thank you to M & D's friends Sam and Sanford in NYC for buying it for me). I love hanging out in it, snuggled up so comfortably against M or D's chest. I fall asleep almost immediately after I'm placed in it (almost as if I had narcolepsy) and I can sit in it for hours on end.

3. I love watching the Bears with daddy (thanks again Grandma and Grandpa for the Bears onesie).

4. I love Chicago - Best. City. Ever.

Love,

WFT

So I Like To Nap... What's It To You?

Life is so exhausting that sometimes I fall asleep mid-diaper change. At which point, without fail, either M or D capitalizes upon the opportunity to take an embarassing photo of me.

Love,

WFT

Well, Clarice - have the lambs stopped screaming?

Mommy and daddy (to whom I've decided to begin referring as "M & D" just because it sounds more civilized) think I look like Hannibal Lecter when I suck on my green pacifier. I beg to differ. I think I look like a cute little baby sucking on a pacifer, thank you very much.

A word about these so-called pacifers. Their name is not evocative of their function. They rarely pacify me. M & D try to shove them in my mouth when I'm crying in order to quiet me down. Sometimes, if I'm in a decent move, I will humor the duo and accept it (though somewhat begrudgingly) for a very brief amount of time, but I can't say I enjoy it. Most of the time I spit it right now and in extreme cases, to really make a point, I will make gagging noises as I spit it out. Whenever I cry, all I really want is mommy's boob. How long will it take my clueless parents to finally figure this out?

Love,

WFT

Sunday, Fun Day

Mommy, daddy and I had a lovely day today. We spent all morning out and about in Lincoln Park. The sun was shining brightly and a cool breeze was blowing, and most importantly, I was a very good boy.

We had brunch at Perennial Virant, then took a walk along a nature boardwalk next to Lincoln Park Zoo, and finished off with our first visit to the zoo. Sure, I slept for about 99.8% of this three-hour outing, but at least I have photographic evidence of the great fun the three of us had.

After we got home, mommy and daddy decided to celebrate the fact that I was still sleeping soundly with champagne/mimosas on our rooftop patio.

Love,

WFT

Overlooked But Not Forgotten

Mommy was holding out on me on Friday when I posted my week in review. But she underestimated by capabilities as a sleuth. I discovered some additional photographs from this past week I couldn't resist sharing, if only to demonstrate how ridiculous my parents can be sometimes (e.g., see first two pictures below).

I think mommy and daddy went a little overboard when they took me on an somewhat chilly evening stroll last week. It's the beginning of September, not the middle of January, guys. Maybe you can give a baby some breathing room next time? And please, for the love of god, refrain from dressing me in clothing that's two sizes too big for me. (A special to Jordan and Jen for the super comfy fleece bodysuit, which will absolutely perfect in the middle of winter when I am a bit larger. No doubt you, unlike mommy and daddy, considered timing and sizing when you purchased this fine piece of winter gear. And another special thanks to auntie Andrea and uncle Mike for the adorable knit hat. It's so darn cute, I'll wear it just about any time.)

Other shots below are from a less chilly stroll with mommy along the lake, a random morning in my pj's and an afternoon spent watering the plants in our courtyard with daddy.

Love, 

WFT

Friday Afternoon Snooze

Passed out halfway through my afternoon snack today. My life is exhausting sometimes...

Love,

WFT

Week In Review

If one were to judge by the pictures posted on this blog alone, it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that I am being raised by a single parent - my daddy. That's because daddy never takes pictures of mommy and me. I'm not going to necessarily attribute this to malice or any ill intention on daddy's part, but all I'm going to say is that I find it curious. Curious, indeed.

But mommy finally did manage to coax daddy into taking a picture of us together. That's us in the first picture below. I'm sporting a vibrant red and grey striped getup courtesy of mommy's and daddy's friends Priya and Josh and some very stylish socks that mommy's best friend Heather bought me.

This week wasn't a terribly eventful week, mostly because someone in the family was a bad boy. I'm not naming names, but to give you a hint: it wasn't daddy. 

But there were a couple of highlights:

Last Sunday, my great-aunt Lucy, great-uncle Coco, cousins once removed Cecilia and Nic, and my second cousins Laura and Nicole came to visit. We ordered pizza (none was offered to me), opened some bottles of wine (again, no wine for poor Weston) and watched the Bears pull off a victory nobody in the household other than daddy and me thought they could pull off.

On Tuesday, mommy and daddy's friend Jackie was in town from New York for work. Jackie came by for a visit that afternoon (see picture of us below) and then Mommy, Jackie and I went for a nice stroll along the lake. Afterwards, mommy, daddy and Jackie went off to meet Brian and Becca for dinner at Gemini Bistro. You'll notice a pattern forming here: the parents yet again abandoned the baby. I didn't like this one bit. Why wasn't I invited? Just because I don't eat solid food yet doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy the ambiance and stimulating conversation of a nice dinner out with friends. Come on, guys. All you had to do was put me in the car seat.

Well, this time I made my extreme disappointment in my parents known... by crying and screaming. And I wasn't going to let my screams fall on deaf ears. I cried just long enough to have Luci call mommy at dinner and ask her to come home. I lasted just long enough for the phone call to be made and then, having exhausted myself by the racket I made, I fell fast asleep. But, I had accomplished my mission nevertheless. Mommy was already on her way home. And, to pour salt in an open wound, I was sleeping peacefully when she arrived. Hopefully she learned her lesson.

Love,

WFT

Technical Difficulties

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Love,
WFT

A Special Delivery From Grandma and Grandpa

My Grandma and Grandpa are the best! They must have gleaned from reading my blog that I am dissatisfied with the state of affairs in the Weston Bears garb department (they are quick studies, my Grandma and Grandpa).

Lest I should spend another Sunday without proper Bears gear, they rushed a special delivery from New Hampshire to Chicago. Thanks to them (and no thanks to mommy and daddy), I am now the proud owner of the very handsome Bears attire pictured below (and just in time because after last Sunday's game, this season's looking exciting).

Thanks Grandma and Grandpa. I wet my diaper (literally) every time I think about your upcoming visit. I'm so excited to meet you in less than two weeks!!

Love,
WFT

Daddy Would Have Never Let This Happen

As most of my readership probably already knows, mommy is a pretty devout yogi. She's also a certified yoga instructor, though she doesn't teach currently because she's got more pressing matters to tend to - namely, taking care of yours truly (frankly, I could think of no better way to pass the time).

Daddy generally boycotts all forms of yoga. That's why mommy waited until daddy went to work before dressing me in this "Om" onesie. It's my and mommy's little secret. We are also planning a clandestine voyage to a "mommy and me" yoga class. Shhhhhhhh! Don't tell daddy.

I'm not quite sure what all this yoga business is about, but it sounds like it could be fun. What's not to like about an activity where you get on a mat and do poses with cool names like downward facing dog? I like dogs. So I'm not opposed to giving yoga a try even though daddy thinks it's just for girls. Hey, I'm not afraid to admit that I'm in touch with my feminine self. Plus, I look damn cute in his this onesie, wouldn't you agree?

Before I bid you adieu, I'd like to give a special shout out to my auntie Carolyn, who gave me this awesome onesie. She's one of mommy's best friends and biggest supporters, as far as mommy's yoga teaching goes.

Namaste,

WFT