Big news! We're buying a house in a little town outside Philadelphia called Jenkintown. Someone lives in the house, but I've been told that there will still be space for all of us. Dad, Grandma and I drove up there through the sleet and ice last week to look at it. This is what it looks like from the front:

I realize it's not too impressive, but wait until you see what's inside:

That's right. This house COMES WITH TOYS. I was sold. Dad seemed more interested in the schools, but whatever. Who cares about THAT? Toys!!!! Maybe the people who live in the house can play with me.
(Sadly, I did not see the Philadelphia Chickens during my trip up there. Dad told me they only come out at night, and that they were even less likely to make an appearance in bad weather. If you do not know what the Philadelphia Chickens are, you seriously need to be listening to the music I'm listening to. I'm sure it's on iTunes if you're really curious.)

Our departure from Charlottesville may be imminent, but that hasn't stopped us from trying to beautify the place before we leave. Yesterday, dad and I planted two trees in our back yard. Dad said this was part of our effort to be carbon-neutral, whatever that means:

In any event, we didn't wind up dirt-neutral.

I'll admit, I"ve been suffering a bit in the attention department. But I have my own ways of getting people to notice. Check out my stunning new pedicure:

Here's a close up just in case you couldn't see:


And I've discovered a new talent:

Dad couldn't do this... he said something about his nose being too jewy.

Big news! We're buying a house in a little town outside Philadelphia called Jenkintown. Someone lives in the house, but I've been told that there will still be space for all of us. Dad, Grandma and I drove up there through the sleet and ice last week to look at it. This is what it looks like from the front:

I realize it's not too impressive, but wait until you see what's inside:

That's right. This house COMES WITH TOYS. I was sold. Dad seemed more interested in the schools, but whatever. Who cares about THAT? Toys!!!! Maybe the people who live in the house can play with me.
(Sadly, I did not see the Philadelphia Chickens during my trip up there. Dad told me they only come out at night, and that they were even less likely to make an appearance in bad weather. If you do not know what the Philadelphia Chickens are, you seriously need to be listening to the music I'm listening to. I'm sure it's on iTunes if you're really curious.)

Our departure from Charlottesville may be imminent, but that hasn't stopped us from trying to beautify the place before we leave. Yesterday, dad and I planted two trees in our back yard. Dad said this was part of our effort to be carbon-neutral, whatever that means:

In any event, we didn't wind up dirt-neutral.

I'll admit, I"ve been suffering a bit in the attention department. But I have my own ways of getting people to notice. Check out my stunning new pedicure:

Here's a close up just in case you couldn't see:


And I've discovered a new talent:

Dad couldn't do this... he said something about his nose being too jewy.

Settling down

Sorry I haven't kept you guys posted for a while. I've been busy getting back to my birth weight, but I've been able to break away from my regimen of eating and sleeping to blog. The best news is that I'm getting some great sleep so far-- up to six hours. Check this out:

I'm in deep REM sleep: rabid eye movement.

The bro has been great so far. Here he is with me, displaying an expression that can only be described as "beatific."


Here we are having a staring contest:

I won this round.

Mom and dad then had their own staring contest:

I'll be playing mom in the finals.

But after a week and a half, I got sick of just hanging around the house. Last Tuesday I took my pimped out ride for a spin:

That's my bro riding my coattails.

That ride whet my appetite for further adventures. However, my big bro was really cramping my style. When grandma and grandpa took him for the weekend, I saw my chance. At my suggestion, mom, dad and I hit the town with dad's law school friends:

I'm not asleep. The camera flash just made me close my eyes.

Most of dad's friends were pretty normal, but there were some exceptions:

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The evening started off pretty tame:


...but I may have gone overboard by the end:


That's all for now. Check out my big bro's blog if you've looked at all of the rest of the web sites on the Internet. It's that lame.

If there is one thing I have learned in my brief experience as a big brother, it's that babies are fun to poke:

Nyent nyent nyent.

Life's good so far. Grandma Lisa has been around to make me feel special for a few more days. By the time she leaves, I'm confident that everyone will have gotten over Evelyn and I'll go back to being top dog around here.

If there is one thing I have learned in my brief experience as a big brother, it's that babies are fun to poke:

Nyent nyent nyent.

Life's good so far. Grandma Lisa has been around to make me feel special for a few more days. By the time she leaves, I'm confident that everyone will have gotten over Evelyn and I'll go back to being top dog around here.

Calmer now.

Things are going much better today. I got a newer, more synthetic-feeling nipple to top things off, and it's like I'm a new person. Eli's been taking over most of the nursing duties from mommy for now:

Easy there, partner. I'm not afraid to puke on you.

I'm also proud to report that I'm in ship shape after my first doctor's checkup:

It tickles... I mean hurts... I mean I'm cold... or something...

I'm proud to say that I lost 11% of my birth weight after only four days. If I can do it, you ladies can too. My all-breast-milk diet book is forthcoming-- check the front of your local Barnes & Noble.

I need an intervention

I busted out of the hospital yesterday, and just in time. I was through with that joint and ready to see the world... by which I mean the inside of a car... by which I mean nothing, because I was asleep.

Hey, why do I have to face this way while Eli gets to see where we're going??? No freakin' fair.

At long last, home!

Here I am, pretending to be an abandoned baby on someone's doorstep.

I got a welcome cake and everything...

Unfortunately, the gesture was wasted on me. Frankly, cake just doesn't do it for me. Y'know what does, though? Boobs. Love 'em. Can't get enough. Seriously, I could use some boob right now. You know where I can get some? Because I know where I can get some. It's a big of an obsession at this point. Seriously, get me some boob. NOW.

Bad stuff happens when I don't get my fix. Take this evening. No boob for a good 30 second, and what happens? I fall apart. Got the shakes, everything. We're talking serious withdrawal. Nothing could comfort me except boob. Not a pat on the back...

Not swinging in a chair...

You think this is funny, Eli? YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY??? BOOB NOW!!!

Not a warm sponge bath...


In the end, the only thing that could get my mind off boob was the sorry spectacle of a grown man debasing himself to entertain a 3 day-old baby. That was fairly entertaining.

Seriously, would it kill you to take one of those Listerine breath strips?

Tomorrow, I'm signing up for Boobs Anonymous. Hopefully I'll meet some kids my own age while I'm at it. In the meantime, where's my damn boob!

So I finally got to meet my baby sister, and man am I stoked! She's not much of a conversationalist, but she makes up for it in sheer adorableness:

Awww....

Woodja-woodja-woodja...

Oh, and she gave me a present too. Since she doesn't get an allowance yet, I'm not sure how she afforded it:

Don't worry, they aren't real bees in the hive. I suppose they're also not susceptible to the real bee disease that's been going around...

I'm not sure what THIS is all about:

She's WHAT? Eating??? I thought you had to be four years old before you start EATING!!!!!!

So I finally got to meet my baby sister, and man am I stoked! She's not much of a conversationalist, but she makes up for it in sheer adorableness:

Awww....

Woodja-woodja-woodja...

Oh, and she gave me a present too. Since she doesn't get an allowance yet, I'm not sure how she afforded it:

Don't worry, they aren't real bees in the hive. I suppose they're also not susceptible to the real bee disease that's been going around...

I'm not sure what THIS is all about:

She's WHAT? Eating??? I thought you had to be four years old before you start EATING!!!!!!

Big brother: not so bad after all

Yesterday was the long awaited moment where I would be able to stare down my big brother, mano a womano, and tell him straight up that his blog stinks. The drama of the moment was somewhat mitigated by the fact that it turns out big brother is pretty cool. Cool enough for me to lift my head for the first time to check him out:

Oof. This takes a lot of effort, Eli. Hope you appreciate it down the road, when I'm knocking over your Legos.

I was rewarded with a big sloppy kiss. Is it too early to worry about cooties?

Eww...

On the other hand, Eli did bring me a present:

It came fully loaded with the latest in squeeze-and-bark technology.

Here's the whole gang admiring me:


Eventually the fawning got to be a bit too much, even for me. I mean, I am the new center of the universe, but enough's enough.

Yeesh.

Also, it sounds like I'm going home in an hour or so. Whatever "home" is. Sounds scary-- I doubt it's as charming and well-appointed as this room I've been in.

By the way, food is delicious. Everyone has been acting all surprised by the amount I've been consuming from the boob, but I don't understand. What type of person wouldn't like eating??? Hopefully no one related to me...

There are supposedly some nice pictures of Eli on his blog, which he wouldn't sell to me. (They were taken while I was either asleep or eating) I suppose you should go check them out. But come back here right afterwards!

I've heard the rumors-- I'm a big brother now. Apparently Evelyn nabbed an exclusive on all of the birth pictures, so I'll have to get her back on that one. I'm meeting her this afternoon, so stay posted!

I've heard the rumors-- I'm a big brother now. Apparently Evelyn nabbed an exclusive on all of the birth pictures, so I'll have to get her back on that one. I'm meeting her this afternoon, so stay posted!

I am arrived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was a smooth landing, with me weighing in at 6 lbs 7 oz, apparently the same as my older brother. If I couldn't weigh more than him, at least my blog kicks his blog's ass. For example, these are some EXCLUSIVE pictures of my birth, NOT AVAILABLE ON ELI'S BLOG.

Me, fresh out of the womb.

Me, fresh out of the womb, with daddy's head in the picture.

Me, getting used to flash photography.

Is it too late to go back in there?

OK, maybe you're not too bad, grandma.

I think we've isolated the problem.

Much better.

I have enjoyed the taste of the teat so far, which I'm told bodes well for me in the eating department. (Mommy removed the picture though.) Most importantly, I'm totally kicking my brother's ass in this department.

I can't wait to meet this Eli guy tomorrow. In the meantime, hey everyone. W'sup?