Anyone who knows Nyan Thomas knows that he doesn’t go down for naps easily – even when he’s clearly exhausted. Sometimes we stick him in the Graco swing and after a few minutes, his eyelids get heavy enough that we can gently move him to his crib.
Here he is this afternoon, just after dozing off in the swing:
And here he is after a refreshing 30-minute nap:
Our boy turned 10 months old today, and celebrated by both helping us pack up, and going for a ride on the rocking horse that Uncle Scott made for him. Here’s our boy in all his double-digit glory!
We’re a few days late with this one, but: last Sunday was Mommy’s first Mother’s Day, and we celebrated with a delicious dinner at cousin Brian and Hannah’s swank high-rise apartment in Fort Greene. First off, check out those views!
Here’s Daddy and Nyan Thomas:
And Aunt Hannah and Nyan Thomas:
Now to the video. Here’s our boy, waving around a wooden spoon like it’s a light saber:
And here he is getting a piggyback ride and responding by (a) gouging out Daddy’s eyeball, and (b) poking a finger deeper into Daddy’s ear canal.
Here he is with Aunt Hannah again:
And a couple more featuring Brian and Hannah’s cool coffee table. It’s an old rail cart that they found in an antique store. Here, Nyan Thomas examines the decades-old wood and iron fittings:
This is the boy coming face to face with Smudgie, the legendary 15 year old cat. Nyan Thomas, you see, loves to crawl under coffee tables. (Don’t ask us why; he finds amusement in the simple things.) This one had the added bonus of an iron axle that he could slobber onto, and also a mellow creature that he could check out.
Finally, check out the flowers that the young man bought for his Mommy for Mother’s Day. Such a sweetheart!
A couple of photos taken in April in Iowa: Nyan Thomas, Daddy, Grandpa L. and Nyan’s Great Grandma L. (whose birthday, it so happens, is today!)
As you may or may not know, your humble blogger was born, raised, and remains a fan of the hapless Chicago Cubs – a professional baseball team that hasn’t done much of anything, besides lose, in more than 100 years. Literally. Being a Cubs fan was never forced on me, it’s just something you pick up – from drinking the water, perhaps, or from watching WGN – when you grow up a couple of hours from Chicago.
While the Cubs’ stadium, Wrigley Field, is a lovely place, being a Cubs fan is little more than a curse. Lord knows I’ve tried to break it, but alas, I remain a Cubs fan.
I was hoping that our boy could avoid that fate. He was born in New York, after all – and you could actually see Yankee Stadium from the room! Not that I’d want him to be a Yankee fan, but still. He’s not been raised in Chicago, he’s never been to Wrigley Field, he’s never even seen a moment of Cubs baseball on the tellie.
Alas: one well-meaning uncle comes along and gives him a Cubs onesie. Nyan loves it. Game over, I suppose. C’est la vie.
Go Cubs.
The latest in our series of Nyan Thomas and his momma on a (somewhat) monthly basis.
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