More pictures from Babushka. (Daddy's so tired...)

Getting burped. I have these people wrapped around my little finger--they do everything for me.



...Do I need to say anything? I mean, look at me.



Me and Babushka.



On the way to my first doctor's visit. Hey--you can never be too careful in the sun. Plus, I'm bringing back floppy hats.



Me and Tata.



Resting after boxing training.



Screen test for Rocky VI. Check out my intensity.



Me and my dad on Father's Day.

Pictures from Babushka to tide you over...

Seriously people, why are cribs so big?



Still in the hospital. I look so different now.



My mom is puffed up like the Michelin Man after delivery, but I love her anyway.



Me and my Dad. Those hospital room sofas give a guy some serious bed head.



In my "going home" outfit.



Me and my dad again. Man, did I turn this guy into butter.

Hold your horses!

I know, I know...you all want more pictures of me. I can't blame you--I am one handsome devil. My dad is so tired and trying to get it done, but it is taking some time. Babushka has some good ones that she is going to email to my mom and she will post those in the meantime.

Yesterday was my first trip to the doctor. As expected, she said I am extremely smart, strong, healthy and really just perfect in every way. I am very advanced--way ahead of the other 5 day old babies in the world. My belly button even fell off just three days after I was born and Babushka and Mom saw me roll onto my side by myself on two separate occasions. Yeah, I'm pretty much the strongest baby ever. Who knew my parents would produce such an athletic baby. They thought it was more likely that I would be born with glasses.

I tried really hard last night not to keep my parents up again, and I did very well. They were really proud of me--whatever...it's not like I couldn't do it before, I just didn't want to. But if it makes them happy, I guess I will consider keeping it up. There is a little thing in the world called free will, people. I don't know what it is exactly, because I'm a baby and all, but I think it might apply here.

Poki's Stats and More

So, I guess you can tell by now that I have been born. The world is pretty cool, but I'm not going to lie, I'm still adjusting. I'm home now from the hospital so I thought I would let you guys know a more little about myself to go along with the pictures my dad put up--and don't worry, he's going to put up more soon. If I do say so myself, I get cuter every day.

So my name is Carson Atticus (named after my great grandfather and some guy from a book) and I was born on June 11th at 1:11 am. I weighed 8 lbs 8 oz when I was born. (Can you tell that I like double digits?) Oh, and I was 20 1/2 inches long--23 1/2 when I point my toes (I have some seriously big feet).

What else?...My likes and dislikes... The standard stuff: I like boobs and dislike dirty diapers. And I love to snuggle. In fact, if anyone if checking out the time of this post, I like to snuggle so much that tonight I decided to only stay calm and sleep if my mom held me. It's my first night home and my mom's first all-nighter. It's cool though--Babushka and Dad will keep me company while she sleeps tomorrow.

So that's about all. I'm no longer a fetus, but I am still a lady killer. Even more so now, actually. I mean, I did get my mom to stay up with me all night, didn't I?

Finally get to nap.

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Waking up with mom.

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My first burp.

IMG_8275, originally uploaded by Dreion.