Men at Work

Yea.  This happened.  Should I be concerned Dad knows all the words to this song?

T-minus 10 days

Just a lil vid of how I used to chill at night.  I was 10 days old here and mom tried to make me sleep.  She was all "it's 1:15 in the morning"-  and was all  "I sleep when I wanna, not when mom makes me."   Ladies, call me.

Mom has a costume problem

My mom is ridiculous.  She puts costumes on for every occasion.  It started with sister dog (Josie's doggie daycare encourages the situation www.wagnwoofs.com)

Easter Dog

Cinco de Mayo Dog

Fourth of July

Summer Puppy

Halloween

Winter Puppy

And it's continued with me.

Halloween in utero

Crab Apple Caleb

Let's be a Moose

Cupid

Oscar Party - in my Oscar de la Onesie

St. Patty's Day

March Madness - Go Gophers!

 Easter is coming up.  She better not put any rabbit stuff on me like she did the dog.  She is out of control.

The End Beginning

So Mom and Dad told me that if I have SO much energy to party all night, perhaps I better channel it into finishing catching everyone up on my start date.  They are so demanding.  Must be the lawyers in them.

I was happy chilling in my bassinet, but the nurses were all "you have to eat, let's unwrap you."  

Luckily Dad is pretty knowledgeable on that topic and he helped me get up to speed on eating.  

Pretty soon I was talented enough to go home.  They stuck me in really warm clothes because it was negative eleventy billion degrees out.  My outfit said "Brave Like Daddy" - and I had to be in order not to freeze to death.

All ready to go home!

Don't believe me?  It says negative eleventy billion right here on the screen.

I made it home in one piece and without frostbite. 
I got my chauffeur to drive me right to my house and drop me off in my new crib.  I had to rest up for all the peeps coming to hang with me.  And for my late night parties with mom.
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I slept until I was ready to party with Mom.  At 1am.  

And 3am

And 5am.  You get the idea.  I was born for clubbing.

 Finally I got to meet my bestest sissy dog.

This was taken by Dan (www.picsbydan.com)

  She's awesome.

The Middle Begining

So after I was all settled and got my parents situated in our new room, I got some better time with Mom.  She's pretty cool.

What I didn't know was how many other people wanted to come snuggle me.  I was so super popular.

 Auntie Bre took a break from her 24 hour shift to come hang again. 

Then Papa and Grandma Linda came to visit!  My middle name is Gregory, which is Papa's first name.  My Papa is super cool, so I'm really glad we share a name.  Plus, Mom and Dad were all "you need a good solid name."  Caleb means 'faithful' and Gregory means 'watchful, alert.'  That's pretty solid if you ask me! 

After Papa and Grandma were done swooning, Grandma Karen came to meet me.  She flew in all the way from New York!

Next up, Auntie Boo!

 Then Auntie Mandi came with my bestest cousins, Nicholas (6) and Christopher (3).

 

Uncle Reid (also known as Uncle Reido) came and then Godmom Emily and Mom's best friend Amy and Mom's Godson Brody all came too!

Reido!

Amy and Brody

Godmom Emily

It was hard work seeing all these people, but I did make time for Mom and Dad too.  I prefer to party with them at night. 

Boy time

Training Dad for 3am feedings

I like to fold back up womb style

 Peace out people, this pickle has to go catch some Zzzz's

 

The Beginning - part 1

So, it's taken me a few weeks (8 to be exact) to figure out this whole internet business.  But now that I'm a mature 2 months, I decided I needed a blog.  That and Mom was all "you're taking over my Facebook page."  So, here's the condensed version of my arrival.

Once upon a time there was a baby boy named Caleb (that's me, above). Mom and Dad took their last picture together as a family of 2 (below)....and THEN....

Mom was strapped to a table and drugged, my dad was locked in the room next door with my honorary Auntie Breanna (who was my very own nurse) and Dr. Levitan sliced me right out of my nice warm home.  Pretty rude if you ask me.  I was planning on hanging out there forever 'cause mom was warm and her ribs provided hours of entertainment for me.  

That's my Auntie Breanna above helping me get all acquainted with this world.

Even though I was cranky about it, I had some killer stats:

My Dad didn't know if I was a boy or a girl.  Mom did, only because the ultrasound tech accidentally told her when I was 37 weeks old.  Dad was pretty proud.  He told Grandma Linda "We had a Caleb!" 

Since Mom was all drugged (she had general anesthesia), she didn't get to see me right away.  Dad got to introduce us.

 Mom and Dad are all "we love you so much" - I think I'll keep them.