Hey Down Here. I'm Cute!
I'm 5-months-old right now and pushing 17 pounds. I can roll over, keep my head balanced for minutes at a time and am fully potty-trained. OK, the last one isn't true, but a boy can dream can't he? I'm starting to laugh more and I can't stop doing razzs with my lips since Daddy taught me. Oh yeah, this Bumbo is a sweet ride.
Nolan's New Favorite
Forgot Mom and Dad. I like hanging out with my big sister, Dakota. She feels soft, likes to sniff me and wants to play as much as I do. She's the best!
I'm Worried About This Crisis!
Following in his father's footsteps, Nolan has decided to read the newspaper religiously. Here he's reading the Wall St. Journal, checking out how badly his stocks (he's heavily invested in Disney and Mattel) have tanked recently. You can see the concern in his face.
A Happy Halloween
Nolan's first Halloween was spent with his grandmother, cousins, aunts and uncles. Riley the Robber and Jacee the Fairy kept watch over him as they went trick-or-treating. Of course, no holiday could be complete without Aunt Sue and Aunt Jeanne and Mamma circling Nolan and giving him kisses.
What's hiding in those cheeks?
Well as you can see Nolan is definitely growin' and daddy has decided to give him the nickname Chubber Lang (affectionately named after Rocky's nemisis in the third installment). He's got the weight, somewhere in the vicinity of 16 pounds at the three-month mark, and likes to throw haymakers. All that is missing is the mohawk and the gold chains.
Word To Your Mutha' - Sept 2008
The hat says it all. He's the next great white rapper (he will be schooled a la the Beastie Boys)
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