Super Bowl, Puffs and Feathered Hair

Hello!

It feels like this past week or so has hit warp speed. It seems like Clark has grown double in size and is moving so much that I can't keep up. Every day he wakes up with his hair more feathered, the desire--more like demand-- to eat solid food and the ability to move faster/longer/further.



Feathered in Full Effect

He used to sit on his little play mat--that looks like it is capable of causing seizures with its color scheme--and play sweetly with his toys. This is what he now does with his seizure inducing play mat.

 Left sock off? Check. Roll across the room like a brightly colored burrito? Double Check.

Busted

There has been a lot of hype around the Super Bowl Village here in Indy, its all over the news, people go by the masses and pay boat loads of money to park and walk 2 miles to check it out. Having the Super Bowl here is very unlikely to reoccur anytime in the foreseeable future so The Williams got sucked into the hype and decided to check it out. We paid 20 bucks to park, walked over a mile in chilly weather and checked out the Super Bowl Village. Matt even left work early.

Clark had on 3 layers, 2 hats, my puffer vest and a blanket. He was happy and warm. I thought it was innovative, but people kept pointing and laughing. I can only assume they were cold and jealous they didn't come up with this genius idea.


There were tons of people, beers were 7 dollars a piece and we didn't recognize the band playing, but it was fun.

Back at home, Clark has become a garbage disposal. I spent 2 hours making up what I thought was a week or so worth of baby food for him. It lasted 3 days. Chicken, rice, peas, noodles, peaches, apples, bananas and pears. He also eats yogurt, cottage cheese and whatever else I have on hand. He is refusing to take a bottle and only wants food, he is growing up too fast!

Frazier has very quickly figured out his new favorite spot in the house. And Clark has quickly figured out that feeding the dog is totally awesome.

Happy Weekend!
Colie