It's been a shamefully long time, has it not?
"Where have you BEEN!?" you demand to know.
"Why have we not been updated on the adventures of our favorite hybrid baby?!"
One guess, gentle readers. One guess.
This is how it is nowadays around Casa De Bunting. Or should I say Casa de Bunting, Y Los Padres Muy Cansados. For you non-native Californians who don't have Spanglish running through your veins: The House Where Bunting and His Very Tired Parents Live, also known as House Where One Energetic Boy Child Careens Through Life With Unmitigated Glee and A Total Lack Of Caution Whilst His Parents Reevaluate Their Position On Leashes For Children.
Why yes- while scrounging through the 'to be shredded' file I got my sleeve stuck, and simply crawled out of it. That doesn't happen to you?
Life is joyful and busy 'round these parts. Several very exciting developments have occurred since we last visited.
Hey there. Come here often?
I. Standing
About 2 weeks ago, FRK decided that we URGENTLY needed to lower the crib mattress.
So we did. And not a moment too soon, for we went to fetch him from his nap, and lo and behold
Now he just wants to be vertical. All. The. Time.
At storytime, taken by our nanny L
The look on his face when he pulls himself up that last inch and locks his knees; it is absolutely priceless. Sheer glee and accomplishment and pride and orneriness.
Verticality has really broadened his horizons, there is so much more stuff to investigate that he didn't notice before. He riffles through our bookcases, recycling, handbags...left to his own devices it looks like our house was tossed by Mafia henchmen.
Look at that giant noggin and those yummy feet.
II. Cuttlefish
Bunting began 'swim lessons', and his level is called Cuttlefish. Which we love. Cuttlefish are very smart and clever.
Great documentary.
Our little Cuttlefish was- dare I say it- yes, I think I will. This is the Bunting Chronicles, we are allowed to be partisan.
Our boy was the star of the class. Singing songs, practicing kicks, 'big arms'- our boy loved them all. As did most of the babies (with the exception of one little boy, who shrieked the entire time). What set our boy apart are his dunking skills. He is the valedictorian of dunking. Proof:
Daddy is so very proud, let me tell you.
III. More Herbie
Our canine friend Herbie has been staying with us once again while Jill (his human) is vacationing in Vietnam. The last time he came to visit Bunting didn't seem very interested, but this time he is quite intrigued by our little furry friend. Herbie is a very good dog; he is friendly, but gives the baby a wide berth. Bunting has largely forsaken 'talking' in favor of dramatic gross motor development, but when Herbert is around he babbles non-stop at him. We love having a dog in the house, but wouldn't dream of adding a dog to our family at this point; having Herbie visit for 3 weeks is the best of both worlds.
Isn't this a lovely photo?
Bunting loves his Gigi, and boy oh boy does she love him.
He thinks his Mamaji is hilarious. See for yourself:
Yet another milestone- his first birthday party goody bag:
Admiring the handsome baby in the mirror:
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The genesis of Bunting really begins with this movie. FRK and I met in the 8th grade at Fisher Junior High, 'dated' for one summer when we were 15, but then he went back to Virginia, and we didn't see each other for some time. One fateful day in 1993 we went to see a movie together, ended up holding hands during the film (scandalous!) and the rest, as they say, is history.
And now we rest.
