Mommy = Triathlon Stud

Daddy is off to Vegas with the boys! Mommy is off to Kenosha, WI with the girls! Hmm, which way do I go, which way do I go…

Sitting in sportsbooks and betting on my teams, doubling down in blackjack and basking by the beautiful people in the multiple Vegas pools sounds just perfect. However, food is my true passion so…Kenosha or BUST! Wisconsin is beautiful in the late summer anyway.

Ladies Weekend consists of shopping, eating, more shopping and most importantly, the Danskin Triathlon. Mommy worked hard these last four months since I came into the world to drop weight and get back in fightin’ shape. She was ready!

As for me, well, I found out that heat and humidity not only affects my hair but it affects my overall demeanor too. Anytime I hit the hot air I would let everyone know how unhappy I was. However, anytime there was air conditioning on, I slept like a rock. I definitely have GiGi and Mommy’s lack of love for heat (and ability to sweat)!

Now, I like to start my day around daybreak. Race day began at 4:30 a.m. Yikes. Mom threw my clothes on me and into the BOB jogger and we were (literally) off and running before I even opened my eyes.

At that time of day the mosquitos were AWFUL! My arms don’t want to quite reach my face when I went them to so unfortunately I ended up with 5 gigantic bites on my face before 6 a.m.

Very unsightly.

Nap time came early that day and before I knew it GiGi and Lindsey Snow were pushing me over to cheer on Mommy and the other ladies as they got out of the water! GiGi had to rush off to hop on the bike so Lindsey and Uncle Billy took me to a prime spot for watching the girls on their last leg – the run.

I was so excited when I saw Mommy coming running toward me (she told me later that I motivated her to run faster so she could get back to me sooner!) that I almost leapt off the fence I was sitting on!

It was so cool to see over 2,000 women run by! What a neat thing to experience. It was like a huge healthy party! Mommy and GiGi and all the ladies crossed that finish line and every one of them beat their times from last year. I like to think it was me that moved them along!

Just four months after giving birth to little ole me, Mommy completed the 750-meter swim, 20K bike, 5K run in 01:29:15. That’s 260th out of 2,000! Impressive Mom.

With medals in hand and money sufficiently spent, it was time to pack it up and go home to Daddy. I wouldn’t mind hitting up the bright lights of Vegas with the boys sometime, but it was a fantastic weekend cheering on the women!

4-month Check Up

Does anyone else feel like I am at the doctor much more often than other babies my age? Geez. I like Doc Mallory and Nurse Pricilla and everything but come on. I overheard Mom and Dad talking about some alternative shot schedule they have me on so I don’t get all sorts of vaccinations at once. However, that means monthly trips to the doctor and…gulp…shots at EVERY visit.

I can handle the extra visits because thankfully I never have to go for illness!

So this trip included one oral vaccine and one shot in my increasingly pudgy leg. No matter how often I go for shots, they still sting. Daddy told me to “take it like a man” though so I tried. I held back most of my tears and just let out one loud yelp.

Other than that, my check out grade was ‘A’. I now weigh in at 13 lbs. and 4 oz. and am exactly 2 ft. tall! A little on the small side – but seriously, have you seen my parents? I am continuing to grow around the 30th percentile and steadily along the curve.

Milk, does a body good.

One other noteworthy topic of discussion with Doc Mallory is my need to chomp and drool. She thinks I’m starting to teethe. Not really sure what that means, but if that is what is making my gums sore, I don’t like it.

I have taken a liking to those freezer ice things as well as fingers. Really anyone’s fingers. No preference.

First Photo-shoot

Celebrated Mom’s birthday by getting a tattoo. Yeah, that’s right… I’m a bad-mamma-jamma.

Okay, okay, no it’s not real. Dad put it on me before Mom woke up and surprised her with it. I think she liked it and was probably relieved it wasn’t real.

Dad, Aunt Pam and I took Mom out to dinner to celebrate her big day.

She turned 30 (shhh). She’s taking it well though. I’m told age is a state of mind and she probably feels like she’s 25. Although… Aunt Roxanne says you age 10 years in your child’s first year. So where does leave Mom then? 35? Nevermind, don’t tell her I said that.

I also had my first photo-shoot recently. Let me re-phrase that, my first photo-shoot with a real photographer. My parents shoot a gadzillion photos every day, but this one was legit.

We were in Appleton for a weekend and stopped by Lindy and John’s house. We walked to Erb Park with them and John took some pics of yours truly.

Click here for all the pics…

First Brewers Game

You know the scene in the movie “Rudy,” where Rudy’s dad sees Notre Dame’s football stadium for the first time and says, “This is the most beautiful sight these eyes have ever seen”?

That was me Friday night during my first trip to Miller Park for a Brewers game.

Mom, Dad, Joe, Sarah and I went to watch the Brewers play the Diamondbacks and it was a life-changing experience. I loved 99 percent of it. The only time I cried was when Rickie Weeks hit a leadoff double in the bottom of the first inning. It wasn’t that I hated the double, I was just a little spooked by the loud cheering going on in the stadium. Once I realized what was happening, I was into it like a dog on the t-bone.

We had great seats behind the plate and more importantly, behind the screen so foul balls weren’t a danger. I loved the sounds, lights and the trip up to the TV broadcast booth.

As if the experience wasn’t enough, the Brewers scored four runs in the bottom of the ninth inning to come back and win 6-5 on a Prince Fielder walk-off hit.

I’m a spoiled kid, but a Brewers fan for life.

That Brewers game was just the start of our weekend at the Robinson’s cabin. Fun times. Grilling out, boating, hanging with friends and more sleepless nights.

That’s right, I’m still getting up numerous times per night. Sigh.

In better news, I'm starting to show signs of wanting to crawl. When I lay on my stomach I push my self up with my hands and arms now and pick my head up. Sometimes I have thrash my legs around like I'm trying to crawl but can't get traction.