Bumps and bruises

Gorgers, these past few days have been busy ones for me, developmentally speaking. And I'm becoming a whole lot more trouble for my parents. If they're going to keep me fenced in, then I'm going to do my best to outsmart them or at least keep them on their toes. No more Mr. Nice Baby.

Not satisfied with being able to get around by crawling, I've realized that I must walk! And I've been doing my best to figure out how to do this.

First step, pulling myself up to standing position. I've been working on this for a while and it suddenly clicked. Now I'm pulling myself up on anything and everything. Of course, I have yet to figure out how to get down and this has resulted in a couple of bumps on my forehead and, most impressively, one fat and bloody lip.


You can check out the bump on my right temple in this one.

Here's my mommy tending to my injury with a bag of frozen peas.

In an attempt to outwit my parents' childproofing maneuvers, I figured out how to climb up stairs on the weekend. I made it up to the third step.

This picture is also part of a series called 10 minutes on my 10 month birthday... which was yesterday. Check out how busy I am!

Lockdown!

Greetings Gorgers,

I am sad to report that circumstances have dramatically worsened for yours truly as I fear that I am now a prisoner in my own home. Where once there were no fences to contain me, I am now restricted from moving freely about the house. Worse yet, Dad's been talking about something called a "patriot act." Supposedly all of these new precautions and limits to my personal rights and freedoms are necessary to keep me safe, but I think this is just Mom and Dad's iron fisted attempt to maintain their strangle hold on power.

Even though I am no longer able to freely move about the premises, the guards have attempted to win me over by offering me a variety of new foods. Here I am eating cheese. It's hard. The pieces are so small that all I can do is ball a bunch of them up in my hand and hope some of them make it into my mouth. Prison food is no picnic.

Most of my time is spent banging on my cell bars while yelling "Attica! Attica!" or "Playing with my truck here boss ... spitting up in the corner over there boss"

Luckily, my good friend Beige Lightening was just transferred from the Port Sydney and Mary Lake Correctional facility and now he and I are cell mates here in D Block. During the day we fool the guards by pretending to be just an innocent baby and stuffed dog, but at night we have been digging a tunnel to the outside. Once we're sprung from the joint we plan on moving down to Tiajuana and setting up a combination tattoo parlour and daycare.

Remember gorgers...do the time, don't let the time do you.

George gets the Warholian treatment

Sometimes my dad gets bored at work.

I have a big head!

Hi folks,

I just got back from seeing my new pediatrician and I have lots of good news to report. First, I am now 18 lbs which puts me in the 10th percentile! My brain is growing at an even faster rate and I'm now in the 50th percentile. Most of you already know that I was pretty long for my size and age so it is not surprising that I haven't grown as much in that area. My top incisors are still coming in (check me out chewing on my fingers in the picture) and I'm periodically fussy because of it, but slowly I am slipping back into my regular schedule now that the excitement of the holidays is behind me. Cheers.

- George

Christmas Pt. Deux (That's French for 2)

Greetings Gorgers! I'm home at last and while I am enjoying sleeping in my old bed and bouncing in my jumper, I already miss all my friends and family in Canada. Here are some pictures of me enjoying the great outdoors and all the snow in Port Sydney. Sometimes it would get in my eyes, but all in all I give snow a thumbs up.


I spent a lot of time getting pulled around in something called a sled. I liked that a lot. Everyone should travel by sled.

When they weren't pulling me around, my Mom and Dad, Uncles, Aunts and Cousins would use me as the ammo cart. That made me the most important guy in the snowball fight. An army is only as good as its chain of supply.

I got a lot of really cool things for Christmas. Here is my Nana playing with me and my new bunny puppet. When my Nana plays with it the bunny is very nice, but when my dad does it the bunny steals my soother.


I have always looked good in hats so I guess that's why I received this hat trick of chapeaus. I'll let you loyal gorgers vote for your favourite.

Here's one of Grampy Pete and I looking for crocodiles to wrestle.

Even my Great Grandma got into the hat game. She and I had a great time hanging out together.

One of the highlights of the trip was getting to meet my new cousin Taleigh. She's still a bit smaller than me, but soon we'll be up to no good together. I heard she just learned to laugh, which is good because I do a lot of funny stuff.

Of course no trip to Port Sydney would be complete without some fun with Sydney. He wasn't particularly thrilled that I tried to ride on him, but he played along anyway.


Grampy Pete wanted me to have my very own Sydney so he and Nana got me this cool dog. I haven't decided what to name him yet, but for now I'm calling him beige lightning.

Christmas may be over, but stay tuned Gorgers because 2008 is going to be a busy year for this little guy. Last week I mastered cheerio eating and in the past few days I've been thinking about pulling myself up using tables and other furniture. Can growing a moustache or riding a motorcycle be far behind?