Street

Tommy is too street for pants.

Summer! (Inside, because it's too hot to be out!)

I don't think my camouflage is working.

Tommy contemplates the impending debt ceiling Armageddon.

Too soon to tell whether Tommy's dancing is facetious like Mommy's or sincere:

Better late than never: We post some pictures of the little guy.

(Descriptions in captions are approximate. Some of this stuff happened two months ago!)

This bed is mine! Go sleep in my crib, Mom and Dad!


The little guy practices his I've-just-been-shot-out-of-a-cannon pose.


Tommy loves America.


Uh oh.
Aunt Erin catches Mom and Dad asleep on the job.


Pure Heaven, Aunt Erin.


You're getting sleepy... very sleepy....
Or just bored with Dad.


What, Pops? I'm bouncing here!


Where's my hugs, Grandpa?


Woo hoo!!! Baths are fun!


Nothing says comfy like stretchy fabric and Mom's tasty shoulder.


Yes, yes he does.


Gran comforts Tommy on his last day in NYC.
What fortunes will the District of Columbia hold?


Straight chillin'.

Where's my hugs?!?!


The force is strong with this one!


Tommy's first tummy time ends in failure.
Peanut time, anyone?


Frogger.


Shockingly serene for a two-day old.


A serious cutie.

Aunts Erin and Liz are all smiles with the little guy.

Grandma R. and Tommy.

Gran C. and Tommy.

Gramps R. and Tommy.


Grandpa C. and Tommy.

Mom and Dad marvel over the head of hair they have created.

Mommy and Tommy spend some quality time together while Dad gets some much needed zzzzzs.
Watching your wife give birth is tiring!

Saturday, May 14, 2011; 7:08AM.
The Tommy Monster is born.
He measures in at a fit and trim 6lbs 7oz and 19 inches in length.