Gibson loves bacon

I realized that I never put up a picture of Chris' tattoo...and I might as well tell you how Gibson loves bacon. Well, not entirely. He loves to suck on it and chew on it, but has no interest in actually swallowing bacon. Usually he just hands it back to us when he is done, but every once in a while we find some delicious looking chewed bacon (shudder) on the couch or on the rug.
Gibson and his bacon.

Chris' new tattoo.

There are still so many things I haven't touched upon. Gibson's jam session with Riley, his playdate with Cali and 'Lize, and the rock show he went to with Deville and Luca (or d and cuca as Gibson said for the next few days). Of course, pictures of most of those are on the flickr account if you have a few hours to spare.

Daddy's new tattoo and a trip to the beach

Last Sunday Chris started to use up the gift certificate for a new tattoo he got from Gibson for his birthay. We took a trip to Bradley Beach with Uncle Harry and Aunt Tami, had some lunch, and hit the beach. It was cold but so much fun and Gibson had an absolute blast.

Waiting patiently for his turn. He already has his first tattoo picked out.

Uncle Harry always makes Gibson laugh!

LOOK, THE OCEAN! I hope his always has this much excitement for the ocean and the beach.

His first sea shell. Which now lives in the back of our car.

I took about a bazillion pictures of him standing, walking, running, digging...that day. All on my flickr if you care to see more.

Running after birds with Aunt Tami. Aunt Tami has boundless energy and she has the ability to tickle Gibson from across the room.

One day at lunch, eating a grilled cheese sandwich. Chris mostly just wants to show off the ac/dc t-shirt he bought him.

NOT THE POX

Well the Doctor says no to the pox, thank goodness, but is unwilling to confirm Roseola. But we are pretty sure thats what it was, er, is. The rash is getting worse but doesn't seem to be bothering him much. Today he ate more than ever, chowing on toast with cream cheese this morning and even loving the tempeh and the broccoli and cauliflower casserole daddy made for dinner. A few more pictures below because a post without pictures is like christmas without presents.

His artsy shot.

He still has those amazing eyelashes.

He is a helpful little dude too.

Project Chicken Pox

So I would have liked to report that after our 'fun' with the haircut we came home to an uneventful evening...but alas...our poor lil dude seems to have gotten himself a case of the chicken pox.

We first notced these when he got in the bath last night.

Then we woke up the next morning with these on his belly.

And he would like to make it know that he is slightly feverish and achy today. Bummer.

Poor baby.

Gibson's second hair cut

Gibson's hair was looking a little shaggy and needing something to do on a winter Saturday afternoon I looked into kids hair salons, which led us to Snip-Its in Princeton. It looked fun - all geared towards kids and Gibson seemed to be digging it. He got a real kick out of Mr. Snip-It and he had fun with all the other neat stuff not normally found in hair salons.

Gibson and Mr. Snip-It. Then...we put him in the chair. It was like the chair had hot coals on it. Bubbles barely even drew his attention (no bubbles was NOT the name of the stylist). He likes his hair long and he wanted the world to know it. He didn't stop screaming, not crying mind you, just screaming, the entire cut. At one point he started to shake he was so mad . I understand that this woman wasn't Jess (see haircut #1) who was loving on him like he was her own, but she was nice enough.

At the end his hair is much shorter but he was NOT stoked. Mr. Snip-It barely got a sideways glance as we paid, collected our toy for being a 'good' boy and left. All in all, it comes in second place in terms of cuts he's gotten, but at least I wasn't the bad guy for trimming his bangs and his hair is no longer in his eyes. No matter what cut, Gibson is one good looking little dude if I do say so myself.