Happy two month birthday George!

On April 19, 2007, George turned 2 months old! His personality has really started developing... he is a happy, mellow baby. We really are lucky - God knew that with Tom and I being like we are, we would not do well with a demanding, clingy baby.

The stats - 12 pounds 12 ounces, 23 inches long. He is growing like a weed!

Here he is at two months, in his cool rock-and-roll skull romper.

It wasn't easy getting a good picture of him... I wanted to show his sweet smile and his little outfit so I tried to make him smile. Apparently mommy is quite funny - I kept cracking him up.

Cats!

Introducing...

FiFi (Tom prefers to call her Mom) - she is our mellow girl who prefers to be left alone. She stays on the bottom floor of the house - the family room/utility room area - and enjoys the solitude. She's our oldest cat, and is happy to sit on one of our laps while we watch TV and have her head scratched. She is the only one who has decided George is ok. She tolerates the other cats going into the utility room since that's where the littler boxes are, but when they come into the family room a fight usually ensues.

Tigger - TigTig, as we call him, is FiFi's baby and our only boy. He's a big boy - about 23 or 25 pounds, but don't let his size fool you... he's a timid guy. Tigger has the pinkest, softest nose of any cat. He spends most of his time sleeping on our bed even though I bought him a perfectly nice cat bed of his very own. No, I'm not yet over the fact that he has dissed that bed, although Tom points out that if you had your choice between a king sized bed with lots of pillows and blankets or a small circle of foam with a thin, padded bottom... where would you sleep?

Tigger did, once, deign to try out the bed I got him.

Pumpkin

Pumpkin is a munchkin cat. The vet thinks she may be a Himalayan, but it's hard to tell as her legs are only an inch long and she's shaped a bit odd and weighs a little over 5 pounds. She is quite kitten-like in her behavior... and the alpha of the house. We have no idea how that happened but at least once a day she kicks ass and takes names. She has a toy bee that is literally as big as her head that she carries around so the other cats don't get it, and she brings it to us to get cuddles. She has even dropped it at George's crib for him.Her new favorite place to hang out is on the bookshelf in our bedroom. This gives a better idea of her size.
For some reason, I don't have any pictures of my girl Yasmine. She's our youngest cat and the only one I brought into the marriage. I'll snap a few pics of her and update this later.

The Hillbilly Crib

Babies need a lot of stuff, most of it pretty big (especially considering the baby himself is pretty small). When George hangs out with Tom in the Family Room (aka Tom's Cave, the Red Room, or the Man Room), he needs a place to nap. I was going to get a Pack & Play, but Tom decided he could rig something up himself. Witness, the Hillbilly Crib:That's right... the boy sleeps in an old washbasket with a couple pillows and a blanket. The thing is, he likes it and always has a good nap in it. Unfortunately, he is starting to outgrow the "crib." Not only is he getting too long for it, now that he can roll over it is proving to be impractical - the other day he rolled over and got his little nose stuck in the spokes, causing his first boo boo.

He seems to have survived his first injury. The red cheeks are because he is starting to teethe... and that's not a bruise on his chest, it's a birth mark like I have, just on the opposite side of his body.