Tour Pics - Part 1

Let me first say that there will be other pics from the trip, but it's late and I'm tired.

Say Cheese!

Not a picture from the trip, but when he can sit up like this, then it's time to stop using this swing. We won't use this swing again until we have another baby (approx. 2015)

This is a special pic. Jordan got to meet uncle James, the man who married us. James was happy, Jordan was hungry.

The mama Ali and her godsister got into some sort of diaper changing race. Jordan is the baby with the penis.

We took Jordan downtown to show him the sights and paid $30 for parking and $4.50 per gallon of gas for the priviledge of taking a picture of him sleeping. 10 years from now when he asks to visit Chicago, I'll show him this picture and tell him that he has already been there.

Just a little jam session with Pop pop. He actually enjoyed the trip overall, but he is becoming a big boy. I know everyone wants to know how he handled flying. He couldn't have done better. We fed him a bottle during the first takeoff so his ears wouldn't pop and he spent half the flight sleeping. On the way back, we tried giving him a pacifier during the descent for the same reason and he wasn't having it. He would not keep it in because he kept trying to play with the nice man sitting in the seat next to me. He giggled most of the time down. Which brings me to another thing.

He has started cheesing for strangers a whole lot lately. If you bring a 7 month old out in public, people want to start smiling and playing with him. If he is in a playful mood, he loves that. He loves kids. He loves other peoples grandparents. He loves his own grandparents. He loves men. He loves women. If you like him, then he likes you - as long as he's in the mood. I'm not really complaining (relatives give you more toys for a happy baby), but sometimes I think strangers should have to work to make him smile. He gives it up too easy.