Saturday, June 22, 2013

Noah and the Great Outdoors

We took Noah on a mellow hike just outside of Portland today. Here are some pictures:

"I'm not too happy right now, I can poop on you at any moment."




When we finally got there he settled down.....








Backseat diaper change. For posterity I spared public disclosure of the nether regions.




Otis thinking: "Boy you just can't this guy anywhere without him defecating on himself."



Saturday, June 15, 2013

Awake and alert

Noah has been opening his eyes more and staring at things, although we don't exactly know what he is staring at.  He could be gazing into our soul, just like George W. Bush once looked into Putin's. I have much soul for a small hairy Jewish man, so there's a lot to look at.  He also could just be staring at the light from our windows because the weather has been so nice here in Portland.



We find he is the most happy when he is either pooping or throwing up.  In this pic he is doing neither so he appears very pensive. 



This looks like a mid-fecal transcendental moment.




As you can see below we've had a lot of fecal moments. 



That's a lot of poop.

More Babies and Beer

We've had a good run of Friday Happy Hours with Noah in tow.  Here are some some pictures.  Cheers to the weekend!



Saturday, June 8, 2013

A Good Week


Julie had a great week with Noah.  She has figured out how to keep him from melting down -- constant walking and constant feeding.  She has been pretty busy.

Here are some pictures from this week with more to come later.



He is also acknowledging our existence by looking at us. Julie is now more than just a boob. 









Saturday, June 1, 2013

Put Up or Shut Up

Noah is one month old today. When we change his diaper he has been raising his fists like he was boxing.  Here are some pictures. Perhaps some of the Tucker belligerence is surfacing?









Noah Likes Happy Hour

This Friday afternoon Noah headed to a local brew pub to kick one back with his co-workers today (i.e. his parents).   His full time job of urinating on our faces, spitting up in our shirts, and staying awake at all hours of the night was very taxing on his constitution. 

Time to blow off some steam!