You’ve started to do a little talking. When it’s quiet, you tend to coo and hum. Sometimes, it even sounds like you’re singing, which isn’t a big surprise, since your mother and I sing to you often.
(By the way, that little nick on your cheek was self inflicted with your deadly claws. But your lack of noticing attests to your future as a scrappy boy)
Well, we’re not sure where you learned your fancy fighting moves, but after daddy made you laugh & he went to make some dinner, he heard mommy roaring with laughter. Apparently, you were threatening her with so,me very serious boxing poses. You bunched your fists, held them to your face, scowled and growled a little; it was hard not to laugh.
Documented here are your signature moves and your final knockout tactic, “The Killing Smile.”
We took you to see the Museum of Science and Industry today. And while we figured you wouldn’t get as much out of it as mommy, you DID like a couple of things; the Toymaker 3000 (ok, well, you slept through it but it had that effect) and the large swirling vortex in the Science of Storms area.
Other than that, you got pretty cranky after about three hours of crowds, shiny lights and loud sounds. Instead of showing that face, how about the one you made JUST after you ate today?
After having had your bottle at Macy’s today, you were alert, clever and generally in a very chipper mood.
Your mom and I went to a rally today to support workers in Wisconsin who were about to have their ability to negotiate salaries stripped away. You were well wrapped up in your snow suit, so you slept through all the talking and cheering. I’m sure you were mostly bored, so we treated your excellent behavior and “can do” attitude with a little Macy’s trip. (OK, maybe it was more for mommy). We had lunch there and you got to have your bottle there too! Afterwards, you were quite content and were the charm of the first floor (many young ladies from Wisconsin who also attended the rally cooed over your bright eyes).
Momma and you are bathed in the reddish lights at the Chicago Diner. It’s her favorite restaurant and you’ve been here twice now. It was payday, so we decided to surprise mommy with a treat. Our waiter, Jeff, has a brand new baby boy too, so he generously gave us a free desert!
Thanks for the freebies, Cam!
When daddy was just a little fellow (about your same size), the nurses at the doctor’s office used to call him “Ducky” because his hair stuck up on the top of his head like a tuft of down. So imagine daddy’s surprise tonight when momma dressed you in Duck pajamas? The title, young Campbell, is now yours.
So, funny story… tonight on the television, after you ate, the Grammy Awards were being discussed. When the name “Slim Shady” was spoken, you broke into a little gas grin. I found that funny… so I said it to you again. “Slim Shady” and… another grin. Surely, you couldn’t have a humor response as a ten day old, I thought.
And yet, tonight on mommy’s chest, as you were being soothed from a grumpy diaper change I broke out the Shady again and what do you know? You smiled.
It's Campbell Time! 