It’s been about six months since we tried to guess which one of us Maggie looks like. She has stopped looking EXACTLY like Michelle, but I don’t think she really looks very much like me. You decide. Click on the photo for the full size image.
Maggie is becoming a little person with her own personality. She’s pretty bossy and demanding for someone that likes to play with tissue and empty boxes. It’s hard to remember sometimes that she’s just a baby.
Her first word “up” she learned about a month ago. She has since decided she doesn’t need to learn many more words. Instead she has mastered it and abuses it constantly to relay a number of commands. It means everything from, “pick me up,” to “I’m done with dinner,” and “give me that object that is just out of my arm’s reach.”
Maggie still refuses to crawl, but she can slowly scoot around on her butt to where she wants to go. Watching her you’d think she was immobile, but if you leave the room for a minute you’ll find her magically on the other side of the room. It looks like she might skip crawling and go straight to walking. She’s getting better at standing every day and is learning to pull herself up and move her feet under her to support her body.
Time is flying by so fast.
Don’t grow up too fast, baby!
This week has been rough so far. We went up north for two weddings on consecutive weekends. Coming home Sunday night after ten days with Maggie has been tiring. We’re still trying to catch up on rest. Here’s the quick photo rundown of our trip. Sorry for the poor quality. I almost always only use the iPhone to take photos, and there is no time to post process photos anymore.
Since we have to stop every two hours for Maggie, we took the 101. There are more places to stop, including Firestone Walker.
Stop #2 was also Firestone Walker but a different location. Maggie enjoyed learning about barrel aging beers.
Maggie met her cousin Myla, who played around her rather than with her.
Maggie also got to meet her cousin Joshua. Basically none of them really acknowledged each other.
Maggie did get to play with a pool noodle lightsaber.
My cousin Jessica got married in a beautiful ceremony and reception that I would call ” very similar to ours but nicer.”
After spending time in the San Jose area, we headed down to Monterey and Carmel for a little bit, stopping by the aquarium.
Jellyfish are so cool.
Maggie was happy as a clam.
The open ocean tank was huge with sea turtles, tuna, and hammerhead sharks.
We cruised the 17-mile drive and got to see The Lone Cypress.
Point Lobos State Preserve.
After Carmel we raced to SF just to head out again across the new Bay Bridge.
We got to go to Pixar! Unfortunately there’s a pretty strict “no photo” policy on most of the campus, so pictures are limited to the lobby areas.
Most displays were for Monsters University since it was their latest release.
Luigi and Guido from Cars.
Who could forget these guys? Oooooooooooh!
Maggie got to play in her first playground.
She also got to enjoy oysters.
This guy got married. There was a lot of crying.
Maggie drove us home after a long trip. Holy crap I look exhausted.
I need a vacation from this vacation.
Minutes before our wedding ceremony the pastor said to me, “You’re the most calm groom I’ve ever seen.”
I looked at him and without hesitation said, “When you’re beat, you’re beat.”
This was three years ago. Happy anniversary to the greatest wife and mom!
Me: Man, I can’t believe daycare went up in price over 100% when it changed ownership.
Michelle: Maybe we should apply for financial aid. Then we can stay.
Me: It’s income based. We don’t qualify.
Michelle: Too bad I can’t apply with just my salary. Man, why did we get married?
Me: I ask myself that question every day.
In case you haven’t noticed, I have a baby girl. Perhaps you’ve seen her in the 400+ Instagram photos. (You may also notice I like beer.)
It’s a bit weird. I insisted when Maggie was first born that I didn’t want to be one of those parents that crams his kid down people’s throats, and yet I obviously have become just that. For myself, I never thought about what it would be like to have a child. I thought it would be interesting as part of a life experience, but I didn’t think I would find myself so overcome with excitement that I would post so many photos of Maggie. I find myself saying, “I love this baby,” even when just looking at photos of her.
Everyone thinks their baby is the cutest thing out there, which explains my obsession. What I couldn’t understand is why everyone else seems to also be enamored with Maggie. Then I discovered something crazy.
Go ahead and take a moment to see the full size image and soak all this information in before I continue. It’s crazy, huh? This is the reason so many of you are fascinated with Maggie. Without realizing it, you discovered what I just learned. Maggie is TIME TRAVELLING MICHELLE! (Try not to linger too long on the father-daughter/husband-wife implications. That just gets weird.) She was sent back to the past, probably to save us from some robot uprising. Maggie is John Connor!
The next time you’re in a bar and you see us, buy Michelle a drink. She saved humanity from the terminators. Heck, buy Maggie a drink too. Don’t question why we have a baby in a bar.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted here. You’ve seen the thousands of photos I’ve posted, but that’s easy to do. Let’s face it. Having a baby consumes your life, but it teaches you great lessons too. Sitting and watching Maggie slowly develop a personality is one of the most incredible things I’ve witnessed in my life. I’ve learned so much about sacrifice, patience, and love from this baby.
One more lesson I learned is that piracy is bad. I know what you’re thinking. How the heck would Maggie teach me that lesson? We recently discovered that Maggie responds to high pitched vocals much better and will laugh and laugh when you do high pitched squeals. Being the lazy father that I am, I decided that Alvin and the Chipmunks could help me out in my falsetto sing-alongs. I perused the web and found something called Greatest Hits. It had classics that I grew up with like Wooly Bully, La Bamba, and Purple People Eater. I was playing it for her and then I heard this.
Someone pulled a fast one and inserted some tracks that were sped up, tracks that Alvin and the Chipmunks would never cover and that no respectable parent would play for their children (except me). Some other great tracks included are Crank Dat Soulja Boy, I’m Too Sexy, Bohemian Rhapsody, and The Real Slim Shady.
I’m guessing the Yo Gabba Gabba cover of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton I downloaded is probably a fake too.
Michelle: Oh my god! What’s that in her ear?
Me: Is that a blood clot?
*Starts to gently clean out with cotton swab*
Michelle: Is that a chocolate chip?
Me: Yeah, I think so.
We’ve both been eating chocolate chip cookies recently, so we’re not sure who to blame for this one. We’ll let you decide which one of us did it. The good news is the baby is fine, and none of our clothes are stained with chocolate.
Michelle and I have been trying to solve the mystery of genetics and figure out who Maggie looks like, and today I finally thought I made a breakthrough. I texted my parents a photo telling them, “She looks like me here.” Two hours later I got a single response of, “We don’t think so.”
So then I started digging through old baby photos from our wedding slideshow. This just made things even more confusing.
1. Why the heck did Michelle’s parents dress her like an extra in Little House on the Prarie?
2. Should I check to make sure I’m not related to Michelle?
3. So who does she look like?