Week 4

June 19, 2002

My first real bath. Umbilical fell off today, so no more sponge baths for me, thanks very much. It took a while to get used to being immersed in water again, but once I got into the groove, I really enjoyed it. Hey Daddy, you missed a spot.

June 18, 2002

Look! I can read. And I'm not even a month old. OK, maybe not. But I had my Daddy fooled for a few seconds while Mommy took this picture. I guess all I need is a pair of those intellectual-looking John Lennon glasses and a cappuccino, and I'm set. Hey, Daddy, when are we moving back to Berkeley?

June 17, 2002

Meet the neighbors. No, not from next door - from Annapolis. Allen, Thelma and grandson Robbie came to visit all the way from Maryland, where Mommy and Daddy used to live. They came to fish and go sightseeing. And to see me, of course.

June 16, 2002

You call that clean? Bath time. Again. I thought he would give it a break since it is Father's Day. But no. This time Daddy used the puppet washcloth. He thought it was funny, but you'll have to forgive me if I don't laugh.

June 15, 2002

It's pizza night! My parents tortured me today by taking me out to dinner - and then denying me my first taste of Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Oh, they will pay for this. Tonight I will keep them up again. How about 1 a.m.? And again at 3:30 a.m.? Three words for you, Mommy: Feed on demand. I'll see you on the night shift.

June 14, 2002

Attention shoppers. Today I took my first trip to the supermarket. Fortunately we only needed to get a few things because I filled up most of the cart. It was very bright inside so I kept my eyes shut the whole time. Hey Mommy, I think we better make a stop at the Pampers aisle.

June 13, 2002

Just another day at the office. I've received a fair number of e-mails from misguided critics who say an infant couldn't possibly write his own Weblog. To those fools I offer this photographic evidence that I can indeed sit in a chair and type my daily updates. This is an actual, unedited, picture. So there.

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		Week 4 June 19, 2002 My first real bath. Umbilical fell off today, so no more sponge baths for me, thanks very much. It took a while to get used to being immersed in water again, but once I got into the groove, I really enjoyed it. Hey Daddy, you missed a spot. June 18, 2002 Look! I can read. And I'm not even a month old. OK, maybe not. But I had my Daddy fooled for a few seconds while Mommy took this picture. I guess all I need is a pair of those intellectual-looking John Lennon glasses and a cappuccino, and I'm set. Hey, Daddy, when are we moving back to Berkeley? June 17, 2002 Meet the neighbors. No, not from next door - from Annapolis. Allen, Thelma and grandson Robbie came to visit all the way from Maryland, where Mommy and Daddy used to live. They came to fish and go sightseeing. And to see me, of course. June 16, 2002 You call that clean? Bath time. Again. I thought he would give it a break since it is Father's Day. But no. This time Daddy used the puppet washcloth. He thought it was funny, but you'll have to forgive me if I don't laugh. June 15, 2002 It's pizza night! My parents tortured me today by taking me out to dinner - and then denying me my first taste of Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Oh, they will pay for this. Tonight I will keep them up again. How about 1 a.m.? And again at 3:30 a.m.? Three words for you, Mommy: Feed on demand. I'll see you on the night shift. June 14, 2002 Attention shoppers. Today I took my first trip to the supermarket. Fortunately we only needed to get a few things because I filled up most of the cart. It was very bright inside so I kept my eyes shut the whole time. Hey Mommy, I think we better make a stop at the Pampers aisle. June 13, 2002 Just another day at the office. I've received a fair number of e-mails from misguided critics who say an infant couldn't possibly write his own Weblog. To those fools I offer this photographic evidence that I can indeed sit in a chair and type my daily updates. This is an actual, unedited, picture. So there. <<-- Next Week. -->> Last Week. • Most Recent Week.