O, Christmas Tree...

Can you believe that we don't have even one single picture from yesterday's Thanksgiving celebration?! My parents are total slackers. Nevertheless, we all had a really good time at Uncle Paul's, and I was, as ever, a very good boy.

I didn't join Mommy and Daddy May for Black Friday this year, since I ended up going to bed pretty late last night (almost 9pm!!). I am quite the marathon sleeper, so I was just getting up when they got back from shopping. After a nice breakfast, it was time to set up the tree!

I can't even tell you how excited I was about today... I am already quite the fan of Christmas, and I couldn't believe we get to have our very own Christmas tree! The day started out great, and I was so happy to help get out the ornaments:

I also tried to help Mommy and Daddy May put on the ornaments, though I have to admit I spent the same amount of time trying to take them back off:

At some point during the long day, however, a dangerous combination of sugary cranberry and marshmallow salad, lack of sleep (who could nap during a tree trimming?!), and over-stimulation led to a very different kind of Baby May. Here is a picture of my hyper-crazy alter-ego:

Not surprisingly, a teary crash soon followed. After a much-needed nap, things got back to normal, though I was still a little off for my photo-op with the completed tree:

Looks like I could have used a V8, no?

And, last but not least, our tree in all of its glory:

Your branches green delight us!

Behind the Scenes with Baby May...

Here's a little live performance for your viewing pleasure:

P.S. Don't you love how I'm sporting the diaper-and-sock look?!

Just a Little Off the Top...

Well, it had to be done.

Just over a year ago, Mommy and Daddy May gave me my first haircut. It worked out ok, but we all agreed that we cut off way too much hair. Mommy May loves how cute and curly my hair is, so she once again avoided another trim (though I suspect that she's actually just terrified to have to give me a haircut herself). But, it was past time, as you can see from tonight's before shot:

Yin-Yin was afraid that my curls would disappear if we cut off too much hair, but, thankfully, my mop of curls remains intact, albeit a bit more under control:

Holiday picture, here I come!

Talking Turkey...

Well, it's that time of year again, where we go crazy cooking and cleaning and arguing with family--all so we can gorge on turkey and then lay around watching football. But, seriously, I have much to be thankful for, and I'm really looking forward to spending such a great holiday with family and friends.

I also have some new tricks up my sleeve, and I've really been working hard on this talking business. In addition to my first words--dada, mama, nana, and yin-yin--I can also now say bubbles, baba, ball, mm-hmm, and lok-lok (which means up in Yin-Yin's dialect). I've learned a bit of sign language, too, and I can sign bird, fish, more, milk, and hurt.

I mentioned before that I especially love to practice talking on the phone. I've heard it's against the law to talk on the phone while driving, but I don't really see what's so hard about it:

And, when I get tired of running around and playing, I can always chat while lounging in bed:

So, give me a ring anytime!

The Doctor is In ...

My dress-up skills are not limited to adorable little animals. While Mommy May was otherwise occupied, I made good use of her costume paraphernalia. Here I am, channeling McDreamy:

I am also quite the convincing method actor. I like to call this one: That's One Heck of a Rash!

What else could this one be but ¡Ay, caramba!

I have also become quite cheeky of late, so this next one was really just an excuse to stick out my tongue:

At the end of the day, though, I just can't hold back the smile:

Take two of these and call me in the morning!

Halloweeny

Halloween was a bit of a bust here at our house this year; we got all dolled up and awaited the throngs of trick-or-treaters... to no avail. We didn't get even one visitor! Mommy May was a little disappointed, but, to tell the truth, I had a great time staying up past my bedtime and playing outside in the dark.

Thankfully, I still had a chance to sport my costume in public, at the Fall Fun Festival at Mommy May's school. Here I am with Cousin Laura, getting suited up:

There were lots of fun things to do, including a haunted house, lots of food and raffles, carnival games, and art stuff. I even got to check out a real-life fire truck!

Daddy May helped me win a few of the games. I fished out a rubber ducky and won a car (though I would have much rather kept the rubber ducky!!), and then Daddy May tossed some bean bags for another win:

As you can see, my doggy ears didn't last long; I'm an easygoing guy, but enough was enough!

Last but not least, Mommy May took us on a tour of her school:

I was a doggy, obviously, and Mommy May was a vet; unfortunately, she had a couple of feisty patients.

The Prodigal Baby Returns...

Hello, all! I know it's unforgivable that I've gone so long without posting, but I hope you'll give me a chance to explain. This past summer brought with it some life-altering events for my family; while not all of the changes were welcome, we've done our best to stay positive and focus on the good.

Something that has made me really happy is that we moved to San Francisco! We now live in the house Daddy May grew up in, and I get to see my Yin-Yin all the time! Mommy May now teaches at a school in the city where students learn in English, Spanish, and even Chinese.

And, well, you know me, I just roll with the punches and have a great time no matter what! I've become an expert walker, and I love exploring everywhere we go. I also continue to rock the latest trends:

Now, I don't think anyone could call me a chatterbox by any stretch, especially since I tend to take after Daddy May and his quiet ways, but I sure do love talking on the phone!

My musical skills I get from Mommy May, and I love sitting at my music table and playing the piano, the trombone, and, of course, the drums:

If that striped shirt gave you a flashback to the 70s, you're spot on; that was Daddy May's shirt when he was a baby! I know they say that everything comes back in fashion eventually, but I have to be honest that I have my doubts about that particular shirt =P

We have also entered into negotiations around potty training. Don't get me wrong, I love sitting on my potty; I'm just not so sure I'm ready to make a deposit. Mommy and Daddy May seem set on it, though, so I'm sure they'll bring me around eventually!

I am so happy to be back in business and hope to catch up with everyone soon!