Froggy kick

ur doin it right.

Baby plays chopsticks

One last bit of yesterday's news...  During grandma Rose's visit George managed to hold it together for an entire meal out at our favorite Japanese restaurant, Hibino.  We were pleased that a walk around the block to soothe a crying babe was not needed.  He did require a feeding, however, and later Rose demonstrated how airplanes flew to Tokyo.  (She should know, she worked the Tokyo-Minneapolis route for Northwestern Airlines for 12 years.)  Below George is pictured as the return trip to Minneapolis. Fly high, Georgie boy!

Gearing up for the holidays.

During her recent visit grandma Rose taught George some Christmas carols, much to the delight of all within earshot.  She also participated in a photo shoot with George for her upcoming holiday card.  Check out some of our fav pix below.

This is George training to be a flying reindeer.

And here he is stuffed full of Christmas cookies. 

Poker face...

ur doin it rong.

Grandma Rose hearts poopy diapers.

Last week grandma Rose flew in from Louisianna, held George, told him it would be okay (even when he knew it obviously was not okay), and changed loads of dirty diapers.  He very much loves her and can't wait to wear his Christmas clothes (with the exception of the santa hat) on Christmas day.  Thanks grandma, can't wait to visit with you again soon!

Big bird a disappointment ...

Thanksgiving ... a time for friends, family, and turkey.  George was thrilled to have Auntie Becky and Grandma Rose join the Olcocks for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, but he found the bird to be a bit of a let down (though I am still very thankful for John's efforts at making the meal, Becky's sweet additions of mulled cider and vanilla custard pie, and Grandma's brilliant photos of the event).  Maybe it was our fault for building up his big bird dreams when watching the Muppets Take Manhattan (Big Bird has a short cameo in the movie). George joined us at the table and surprised us all by locating my thumb and sucking away.  We later tried to give him a pacifier, but it was no contest; he wanted the thumb, and only the thumb (or the occasional fingers, arm, or entire hand).

Cold front settles in Brooklyn

Apologies for the break in blog entries.  We went from having grandma Rose in town and a fussy baby to fussing over a sick, sneezy baby.  His stuffy sounds are breaking our hearts, while George's preference to sneeze directly into the face of whoever is holding him seems to be spreading the bug.  We've put up a good fight (John swallowing raw cloves of garlic and Kirsten taking fistfulls of vitamin C) but it seems as though the cold will win in the end.  John and George napped away the better part of the day today, but the champion napper in the house is still Ernie.  Here's a snapshot of the three boys about to nod off together in our super comfy "sleeper" chair.