Every day is different

We've now come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as 'I've figured the baby thing out, and now we're cruising'. Even for a short while.

Every day is it's own adventure, and one never knows what to expect. One day (or two or three) he'll be all fussy and wanting to be carried all the time, leaving his mom quite exhausted by the time I get home in the evening. The next day he'll be a perfectly happy little chap, sleeping and eating well, happily taking in all the sights and sounds with a big grin plastered on.

We also think he's getting to be quite an Oregonian - he seems to really like being outdoors. In the midst of a bawling session, one just needs to take him outside, or even just get him to a window - his eyes will widen and he'll just be bobbing his head looking around. He's also pretty happy whenever he's out and about.

His parents have been trying to get some 'artistic' shots of the little dude. Here's what we've come up with so far.

And yes, we'll keep trying.