Los Angeles, California: A few days ago, Mary asked if Leo ever cries because he always seems so happy in my photos. Of course he cries. Not so much, but the Dear Boy has his moments. I took a photo of Leo with a pathetic pout on his face during a lovely little crying jag and sent it off to Mary in Portland. I think Leo was angry at that moment because I wouldn't let him take the spoon from my hand while I was feeding him. Leo wants to hold his spoon, of course!
I think Leo is adorable even in this crying/angry photo and I would post it here except Leo had Japanese rice biscuits embedded into his chin, face and hair. Not his best look.
The Cutest Baby Ever was in a very cheerful mood today. Lisa wanted to run a few errands and he was content to ride around in his stroller. He was a gem while Lisa and I had a lovely luncheon at a Greek place, accompanied by Leo's Godmother, Angela.
Leo fell asleep on the way home and I stayed with him in the shady driveway for a few minutes until he woke from his nap. As Lisa's yaya* (in Manila 30 years ago) always said: never wake a sleeping baby. Words to live by
After a nice nap scrunched up in his car seat Leo was reenergized and ready to take on his Bubbe the world.
Leo and I played in the back garden. Leo even plucked an orange from the tree. Boy, was he surprised. He loves to feel the grass under his feet and I am still fascinated by the adorable dimples on his hands.So I made a little one-minute-long video of Leo this afternoon. He thinks he is such hot-stuff because he can pull himself to standing and maneuver practically anywhere he chooses once he is vertical. Lisa thinks her life has become a living nightmare because Leo can pull himself to standing and maneuver practically anywhere he chooses once he is vertical. He cannot be left alone for more than 2 seconds. And two seconds is really pushing-it. Please note:
1. Leo has a much better hip-swivel than Elvis.
2. Yes, My Kosher Kid is wearing an eggs and bacon tee shirt.
3. Leo can crawl, but when he hits the hardwood, the pull-and-scootch method gets him where he wants to go... and where he wants to go is anyplace where he can pull himself to standing.
4. That smile melts me. Every time.
Until my next update, I remain, your Felliniesque correspondent.
*yaya = Tagalog (Filipino) for baby nurse/nanny/Mother's helper... and Tagalog is pronounced tah-gaw-low. Now you know.