Charley, Glasses and Pasta

Just some random bits from the last few days. 

Baby in a basket part deux.

Hanging with Charley. 

Get used to them kid. Between your dad (far-sighted) and mom (severely near-sighted) you are almost certainly doomed to bad vision. Maybe you'll get lucky and get your namesake's eyes. Grandpa Kevin had 20-15 vision, even better than 20-20. Why did he not pass this to his children?

Pasta vampire!

With Grandmama. 

Definitely time for the baby gates. 

Playing drums on the basket. 

Standing in the crib is a daily occurence now. He just moves to the top left corner (nearest the bedroom door) and yells for us to come rescue him. 

Naked baby likes to flip over when I try to change him. 

Cute, yes. Irritating, you bet.