Zombie-Pacino Ahoy, Cap'n!

Well, it's been yet another banner week for the little guy. First and foremost, on Saturday he decided that he had pretty much had enough of the whole crawling thing. So he pulled himself up and took off. At first, he only made it across the short dimension (I'm sure there's a really geeky physics/baby joke in there) of the living room, but by the afternoon he was going all over the house. It's pretty funny to see, all in all. Because he's new to the whole thing, he hasn't *quite* figured out the normal "walk". consequently, he does two things: one, he walks kind of bowlegged and with his arms up, so it looks like he's on the world's cutest forced march. Two, his right leg sometimes gets a tad overambitious, and goes waaaaaaaaay out in front of him. This, in turn, leads to him playing catch-up with the left leg. Combine that with my first point, and the result is the most adorable little shambling zombie you've ever seen.

Second, he's becoming more and more of a parrot. Every night when we put him to bed, I blow him kisses and wave goodnight. Saturday (I know, big day) he began blowing kisses back. Herein lies another subtle clue that he is definitely my son. The way he blows kisses is to splay his fingers open, cover his mouth, and then FLING his arm away from his face towards me while making a noise somewhat like...well...Al Pacino. Yeah, I think that's the closest thing I can liken it to-- if Al Pacino were to blow you a kiss, it would sound like this. Guttural, with a touch of the ol' classic "Hoo-ah" on the end. It's cute, and sometimes slightly menacing.

Lastly, (and I blame my wife for this) he has decided that the pinnacle of humor in his tiny baby universe is to hit himself in the forehead, Homer Simpson style. A tiny baby "D'oh!". He'll do it, chuckle, and then do it over and over, giggling maniacally. I'm telling you, the kid ain't right. He also thinks it's hilarious to smack US in the face, and the resulting dirty looks and "NO"s only fuel the fire.

So basically, he's either going to be a boxer or a slapstick comic. Either way, I'll be proud.