Summer Spuds

He's growing. We got the baby bjorn back in early May (thanks Mom and Dad), and he was so tiny he was engulfed by it. His head disappeared beneath the brim of the contraption, and he looked up out of it like a baby bird. We were afraid he might slip out the bottom. Now, he's grown so enormous that Claire had to adjust the length.



He seems pretty comfortable.



We took him to his first bar on the 4th of July (better we should take him than his skanky teenage friends in the year 2028). The Solstice Bar in NoDA, mostly deserted in the afternoon, perfect for an infant that can go ballistic at any moment.



The closest he got to fireworks this year; the crepe myrtles.



Happy summer y'all!