the 40 year old version!

That's right! As of this past friday the 13th, I have reached the age of sophistication, (and creaky knees!) It may come as a shock to some that I am indeed a man of 40 years,but unless you're Benjamin Button, we are all getting older. The trick I think, is to get older without "getting old". And honestly, I have too much newness in my life to feel old. Except maybe when I listen to "new school hip hop". THEN I feel ancient! "87 to 98" baby! Thats MY hip hop. Hot beats, hot rhymes, and NO rappin like you're illiterate! (no offense to illiterate people...but they can't read this anyway...sorry...it's true though.) I guess I'll just have to be that "old head". I think I'm in good company.
But enough about me. Xavier had his six month check up at the doctors, which included his latest round of shots. This time our little man was alot more vocal about how it was all goin down. He's had a little bit of what the good doctor calls "stranger anxiety", which means if he doesn't see you everyday, and you get all in his face, he's calling the police. It's just a phase, and Sonia and I have already begun to notice he's getting better about that. As long as he knows where we are, he'll be cool.

we're talkin 15, almost 16 pounds, and around 26 inches long. Baby-boy is doing great, and healthy thank God!

All things considered, he did fine, but at times it was too much for our little drama king to bear. The little clenched fist on the forehead was a nice touch eh? Maybe we should get him into theater!


Yes, the hat is a dead give-away. I was on the clock when I met Sonia and Xavier at the pediatrician. Don't tell the boss, but I don't let my boy go through this stuff without me!

He only cried for a minute before he was smiling again. Poor little fella! Doesn't it make you just wanna pick him up and dry those crocodile tears? we love you Little One! It's for your own good!