Mr. Moo

Meet my best friend Mr. Moo. He accompanies me while I'm napping...

I enjoy wrestling with him...
he's always by my side on my play mat...
even cousin Phoebe loves to play with him!

Nags Head, NC

The Crosson family needed a vacation, so we headed to the Outer Banks in North Carolina to visit some of Daddy's college roommates over the 4th of July weekend. Mr. Cunningham and Mr. Walters each had baby boys that are my age (3 months) and we were all excited to meet Ty and Nate. I did very well on my first flight and was chosen "Best Baby Aboard" by the Delta flight attendants. Below are the Mommies with their baby boys upon our arrival to our beach house (this photo was taken at 1am!)

Here I am at the beach for the first time. Daddy put my toes in the water and I loved it!

And here are my new friends, Tyler Cunningham (left) and Nathan Walters (right), wearing our 4th of July bibs. We had a great time meeting and look forward to more family gatherings!

Sleep Training 101

BEFORE

Here I am during the "golden weeks", when I was ruler of my domain and a master manipulator.

My parents were on to me... AFTER

4 days later. I've been sleeping at least 6 hours through the night; Mommy is still working on refining my nap schedule. Normally they place me behind bars, but this was viewed as a success because I fell asleep on my own, breaking associations with rocking and nursing. Now that they know I'm a quick study the expectations are high!

Proud American

OOO-RAH!
Daddy, Mommy and I couldn't be more proud of our cousin, Kevin, who joined the US Marine Force and graduated last week. Kevy began boot camp the day I was born! Here we are 12 weeks later celebrating his success. Don't we both look more disciplined and stronger? I'm wearing my USA red, white and blue outfit Grandma Crosson bought me - just in time for the 4th of July!

Mr. Johnnie Walker Visits Me

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My daddy loves a good glass of whiskey. We have regular visits from our good friends Mr. Jameson, Mr. Tullamore Dew and Mr. Jack Daniels. And I can't forget to mention Mr. Crown Royal, practically a Crosson relative.


Here I am with a thoughtful baby gift - my first bottle of whiskey. I think they let me this close to it because I currently lack the fine motor skills to grasp it. Another 20 years, 8 months, 11 days, 3 hours and 2 minutes before I can hug the bottle again. But who's counting?

Cousins

I have two cousins very close in age - Aviva DeVore and Madison Banda. You can already see the closeness in our developing relationships...

Here is when I first met Avi. She is a full year older than me. At first she was only somewhat curious about me...

Here we are again a few months later. She had a car seat similar to mine and was trying to help get me out of it. Grandma DeVore was babysitting, and decided to snap the shot instead of rescuing me. This priceless photo has cost me some sort of brain damage that should manifest itself around 9 years of age.

And on the Crosson side...Madi and I meet for the first time. She is 4 weeks older than I and our parents are determined for us to be close...

We appease them by hugging for a photo-op!

What The Heck Are My Grandparents Doing To Me?

I love my grandparents, but every once in a while you have to wonder...Here I am with Great Grandma Scheib in the family "polyg dress". Every grandchild has worn this dress and taken a photo in it (male or female) and I was no exception. When Grandma Betsy Crosson was pregnant with Daddy, her father purchased the green dress from a polygamist, thinking Daddy was going to be a girl. What concerns me most about this photo is the way GG Scheib is so lovingly looking at me and gently adoring the dress. Only time will tell if this family tradition sends me to therapy. If so, I may be the last generation to wear the polyg dress!
It didn't matter that Daddy was a boy. They also dressed him up for a laugh. You can tell by our similar expressions we were thinking the same thing, “Somebody HELP! Please!”
And on Mommy’s side of the family…here’s me with Grandpa DeVore. He loves to try to capture my attention and was using the trial-and-error method. This obviously captures an error. Thankfully, through weeks of overstimulation, we’ve found that I enjoy the song, "The Ballad of Davy Crockett". Stick to the King of the Wild Frontier, Grandpa!