The Chopping of the Mullet

Yes, folks, it was whacked off. So the back of his head morphed from a well-formed rat tail to a poorly mowed lawn. We kept trimming it to make it look better, to no avail. (And it didn't help that although he was in his post-nap groggy state of minimal consciousness, he was quite a wiggleworm.)

This all happened Tuesday, the day that marked his three-month birthday. (What a birthday gift--the poor kid.)

We also marked the momentous day by getting his handprint and footprint pressed into clay. (Thanks, Kelly!) That, too, was quite the fiasco, as his hands are permanently locked into a tight round ball. How to pry them open and press them into clay was the challenge of the century.

People ask us, "What do you do with a baby?"

If they only knew.


Richie teaches Luke some surfing tricks on his 3-month birthday. Got to train this boy young!


And here's the Davis crew who came over to witness The Great Mullet Chop.


Uncle Shiloh got some drool on his basketball--good-luck saliva, no doubt. (Thanks for playing with me, Auntie Sam!)


Yee-haw!


There's that wild hand again...


"Oh boy, I am SO excited to be three months old!"


Babyball, once again--this time a bit bigger than last.


Since we heard Luke laugh several times in one day, we tried desperately to get him going again... and got this stare.


We tried all sorts of tricks, this one being the "Eye winker, Tom tinker, Nose dropper, Mouth eater, Chin chopper..." that Bethany grew up with. Not even this trick worked. Sigh.


Luke before a long walk. He has sneaky plans.


This was his sneaky plan. Zzzzzz. Flop.


Sucking on his hand is one of Luke's favorite time fillers. It's how we know he's awake, usually--not by crying, but by loud, slurpy sucks. Soon after this picture was taken, Luke laughed for the camcorder. Go figure!