Mommy went back to work on Tuesday, so Seamus and daddy have the days to themselves now.  Two parents, cute baby, two jobs, no daycare!  We win at life!  Alright, maybe not completely, but everyone around here is fairly pleased, except maybe Seamus when he looks around in the morning and realizes he’ll be drinking from a bottle all day.  Seamus interjects: “BOTTLES ARE STUPID!”  I’m trying to teach him that he doesn’t need to type in all caps to get his point across, but he’s a relatively amateur blogger.  He’ll learn.

This week, Seamus learned to put his hands together and to giggle, moving him a little further up the developmental pecking order.  He’s eleven weeks old today, which makes him EXACTLY a little more than 1/5 of a year old, and three hours.  What?  Look closely at the pictures and you will see that his hair is mostly back in and he’s very sneaky cool these days.  Anyway, enjoy the post, and we promise to read all comments to Seamus.

Mommy hugs a monkey

Tough guys need naps, too.

Dinosaurs don't sit!

Who needs beds when you have a daddy?

This is a picture of the new couch, please ignore the baby.

We've got the funk. Gotta have that funk, yeah.