Uncle Happy is on the move again. You will recall that he recently moved to Austin from Nashville. Well, our boy has decided to flee the sweltering heat of the Austin summers for the cooler climes of Sweet San Fran! He completed his road trip out west last week, and because St. Louis is on the way from Austin to California (at least it is the way we drive), he stopped in for some Annie love before he headed for the left coast. Here he is seen demonstrating his patent Uncle Happy "hum hold" which always puts the ladies of all ages at ease. Sometimes this is followed by the "sleeper hold", which varies in technique and is ill-advised on first dates.
Chatting it up about what appears to be the tragic loss of Patrick's left index finger.
"um..helloooo. I am right here. Talk to me, Haps!" He learned that she likes to have Beastie Boy lyrics "sung" to her, which is amusing to listen to. It was great to see Happy and know he will have more great adventures out in SF and are super-excited to have a place to stay out in California. Anyone know how handle a jet-lagged infant?
And just when you thought she couldn't get any cuter, she is smiling up a storm these days and "talking" and cooing almost all the time. She falls asleep in her crib and coos herself to sleep. It really is the best thing ever.
In the event you were not aware of it, technology has declared a war on books. The most recent victim is Borders. Rick and I stopped by this weekend in our one trip out of the house to see if there were any good deals. I decided to snap a picture of Annie to show her that she had, at some point in her life, been inside this thing called a "book store" and that they always weren't on tablets.
Annie has managed to find her hands and is now spending much of her time seeing how much she can jam into her mouth. This has also increased the volume of slobber generated. My nickname for her has become "moo-moo", which is derived from her original name of "smoosh face" (we all remember the picture, no need to repost). Annie continues to charm her "Annie Nanny", Jen, who has turned out to be a god-send. She is still sleeping 8-9 hours at a time, which is AMAZING and has earned me the hatred of sleep deprived parents everywhere. The worst story I have heard was of client of mine's son that didn't sleep for over 90 minutes at a time until he was 2 years old. I really heard about it from him...and his child is 17 now. I guess it takes a while to get over sleep depravation....not that I would know.
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