Miles at Four Months

And Noah in his Phillies cap

Bob Ross, Jr.

"... and maybe in this world, there lives a little cloud..." Bob Ross intoned this on more than one Saturday mid-afternoon as I dialed the TV knob past PBS. And wouldn't you know, what started as an abstract smattering of color knifed on canvas slowly became a woodland scene with rosy sunset clouds glowing through tall dark pines.

Our little artist doesn't go in so much for representational art (or oils, thank goodness). Good thing he's got the banter and the explication down. Somewhere from rosy clouds, Bob Ross is smiling. Or maybe uttering a "silent F" of his own.

Dapper Dude

The young man likes to rock it with his top two buttons undone. 

Tummy Time

Miles has just started rolling over, back to front, though when you do this with one hand in your mouth, your arms get all tangled up.  He's a ways from crawling, but buries his head in the carpet, sticks his butt in the air, and churns his legs a bit until he manages to bring his head to where his feet started out.

Noah very kindly tried to demonstrate proper rolling-over technique yesterday, ending up under the couch, like old times.  A few minutes later, he drilled the soft football into the ceiling over and over until it landed on Miles' head on the way back down.  Then this game stopped, the point of it having been achieved: "I stinged Miles."

Which may or may not be better than "quimming" him.  We're still a little unsure.