Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Ladies and Gentlemen.....



.....boys and girls.....





The one!  






The only!  







Billy Bumbo!






Sitting upright since April 25, 2011....

Monday, April 25, 2011

Forbidden Fruit

I don't understand how something that feels so right....





...could possibly be wrong.






Thursday, April 21, 2011

Auntie Claire

A few weeks ago my Aunt Claire flew all the way from Chicago on an airplane to come see me.

WE HAD THE BEST WEEKEND!

I went on my first hike.  Okay maybe I slept through my first hike.  But I know Aunt Claire would have woken me up if we ran into any celebrities.  That's what Runyon Canyon's for, no?



We did spot Aubrey Plaza from 'Parks & Rec' at The Grove so Aunt Claire got her celeb fix.  We also hit an art walk in Brentwood and had brunch at the Country Market, where we rubbed elbows with movie producer Lawrence Bender and saw the coolest thing imaginable...a parking lot petting zoo with pony rides!

Aunt Claire taught me a bunch of cool new songs, too.  Are you guys familiar with 'Farmer and the Dell'?  I also got a gymnastics workout thanks to an old jump-roping song from when she was little.


And like any good Hinderer sister she got me sleeping like a baby (in my crib!), a seemingly routine scenario which continues to elude my parents.

I can't wait to see her again and meet my Uncle Derek and Cousin Penelope in just a few weeks!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Yesterday's News

Well folks, I had a good run.  It's been a blast but my rookie status had to end sometime.

The world, America, and Traverse City, Michigan added one person last Saturday.  My cousin Weston.

I have to agree with Mama who, upon seeing these photos at 2am, shouted "Oh my GOODNESS he's so cute!"


Seeing him all bundled up like that reminds me a bit of myself at his age.  So innocent.  Full of nothing but potential and the potential for jaundice.


But of course Weston's emergence means my days as The New Guy have come to an abrupt close.  In the back of your mind you always know the day is coming, but when it finally arrives it tends to catch you off guard.  Now just like that I've become little more than one of those weird older cousins he'll be seated with on holidays and who try to talk him into doing things like this:


You know what they say, that youth is wasted on the young.  Frankly I tried to squeeze every last drop out of my weeks on top.  (And by 'on top' of course I mean on bottom.)  Still I can't help but feel I may have squandered, say, an opportunity to spit up every now and then.  But that's a young man's racket.  And I certainly don't intend to cling to yesterday while the sands of time shift beneath my supine torso.

Of course that doesn't make it any easier to step beyond the only life you've ever known.  But I face my new reality with a sense of optimism and a head that can almost support itself.

Besides, I've been looking forward to showing somebody the ropes. So when I have the extreme pleasure of meeting Weston in person a few weeks from now I'm holding nothing back, opening up my entire body of work: Red Man, Jaguar, the aggressive wake up squirm which removes most of the hair from the back of your head, adorable smile with just the slightest hint of tongue extension, and even my latest and greatest....steadily increasing freakout whenever someone other than mom or dad is holding you.  

But he seems pretty advanced already.  I've only just gotten into grasping.  


Weston's been doing it since day one!


I am looking forward to finding out if I've missed anything in the womb lately.  Hard to believe I haven't been back in almost three months.

Anyway, welcome to the world 'Cuz Weston.  Can't wait to awkwardly pretend to "meet you" very soon as though either of us has any control over our arms yet.

Love,
Older Cousin Will


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Finger Lickin' Good


Guess what I did yesterday!  I was playing with my dad's fingers...sometimes grasping, sometimes pulling, sometimes swatting them away.  You know, doing what I do to keep that guy guessing.

So then suddenly I get this bright idea: 

I'm totally gonna pull Dad's finger into my mouth!  

Don't know why that hadn't occurred to me before.  What a great way to explore!  Didn't taste particularly good...dry and cracked as if it belonged to a hand that, for example, had been washing bottles for almost three months.

But I can't help but feel as though I'm on to something here.


I leave you with an artistic shot of me very sad.  (Here in Hollywood it's important to demonstrate your full range of emotions.)

Friday, April 8, 2011

UPDATE: Unfurrowed

We interrupt your meandering journey through the internet with this Breaking News: 

My eyebrows have arrived!


HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!!

Thanks to everyone for the letters, prayers, and Rogaine.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Tickling The Ivories

When I sleep...




...when I dream....


...even sometimes when I'm awake....


 
There is no greater pianist.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Play Ball!

My Dad's been excited about my first Cardinal game since the day I was born.  By some miracle it was televised yesterday so we got to watch it.


I saw the supposed 'greatest team in the history of sports' cough up a lead -- one they were lucky to have given some earlier mental errors -- with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th.  

I also witnessed the best baseball player of my lifetime ground into not one, not two, but THREE double plays.  He also popped out foul with a runner on third...the ultimate insult as far as I'm concerned. 

Not sure if I'm prepared to take on this level of aggravation.