Christmas

'Twas my first ever Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

So I cooed and I coughed and my cry I did blare,

In hopes that my parents soon would be there;

No longer nestled all snug in their beds,

My parents were holding their poor throbbing heads;

So my screams I abated to lighten the mood,

Once Mom and Dad arrived to check on their dude;

As I lifted my head, the laughter caused such a clatter,

I looked in the mirror to see what was the matter,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a foof the size of Mt. Rainier;

"What a Christmas disaster," I grumbled and moaned,

Then hastened to search through some things that I owned;

"This ribbon is perfect," I chortled and clacked,

"From my extral large foof it will surely detract."

But detract it did not, the ribbon had to go,

So I said good-bye to my Rambo-like bow;

Time for the big guns, the foof must meet its end,

I couldn't do it alone, so I called in my friends;

"Now! Redken, now! Pantene, now! Suave, and Nexxus!

On! Paul Mitchell, on! Dep, on! Dove, and Tres Flores!

Fix my hair quickly, make speed and make haste,

This foof cannot win, I will not be disgraced!"

And then, in a twinkling, my friends finished their task,

I turned to my parents, their opinion to ask;

They sniggered and sneered, their faces a gawk,

Apparently amused by my trendy faux-hawk;

"Bah humbug," I snarled, "No more Christmas for me!

Clearly this holiday was not meant to be!"

Then I pouted and sulked, in the corner I sat,

When I noticed a fuzzy red Santa hat;

"If I can't tame my foof, I'll cover it instead!"

And I tugged the cap onto my rather large head;

I was jolly once again, to everyone's delight, so

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Month 6

What's up??

Sage is feelin' pretty big now that he's a whopping 6 months!

He celebrated by watching his first parade,

taking a big boy bath,

(with strategically placed cup)

dressing like Daddy (cool surfer),

and fighting off the paparazzi... sigh!

Here's my stats:

weight = 18.5 lbs.

[60th percentile]

length = 26.5 in.

[40th percentile]

head = 18 in.

[90th percentile]

Thanksgiving Day

So, my first Thanksgiving was pretty cool due in large part to this awesome hat...

and, of course, my awesome parents!!

And don't worry... the hat didn't spoil my foof action!