My Name is Cole

Hello everyone! Cole here. I'm 14 weeks old now.

I suck my thumb:Most of the time I look like this: With a lot of this thrown in:

But sometimes, now this is rare, I look like this:
(Mom: It's not THAT rare! Cole:Stop it Mom. This is MY blog entry.)
But MOST OF ALL I'm cool, very very cool, like this:

Well, until next time, I'll be keepin' it real.

Cole

Hats, hats and more hats...

A few weeks ago, my Aunt Sue and cousin, Jessica, came down to see Cole and while they were here I showed them his room and some of his clothes. Well, Jessie suggested to me that I should take pictures of Cole wearing all of the hats he has. As a master scrap-booker, she saw the potential for a great scrap book page. Now, I'm not into the creative memories thing yet, perhaps that will come, but I did follow the sage wisdom of my cousin and a few days ago, Cole and I had a photo shoot with the hats. He would start laughing and smiling every time I put a new hat on him. At any rate, here's the link to the slideshow. Grandmothers, fair warning, you're going to want to jump up and down he's so darn cute. Here's the link:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/24017746@N08/sets/72157604828625770/show/

Side note: If a certain dog (ahem, Allie) leaves a different toy strategically placed on the steps every night and every night a certain new mom goes downstairs to make a bottle and almost trips and falls down the stairs and DIES, does it mean that a certain dog is trying to kill me? Any thoughts?