Six Week Old and Five Weeks until NFL

I really do love Vince Young, but that's not the real story of this picture. Take a look at my gut! I'm proud do anounce that I weighed in at 9lbs, 8oz. the other day and I think it shows in my expanding waistline.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

This is how I sleep. It's not a strait jacket, it a swaddle. Don't judge me...I miss the womb so I like to simulate it now.

Funny Business in the Cheek

No, that is not a wad of tobacco on the right side of my mouth. It's not even Big League Chew, although if it was, it would be grape-flavored. It's just gravity. See, I'm really lying on my side, but the magic of the picture rotater gives a better view of my face.

Play Time!

My playmat may be eerily reminiscent of the Sgt. Pepper's album cover, but it's all innocent fun for me. My favorite part is the little rattle thing I am gripping in my right hand. It's about the only thing I am aware of right now, but as I get older, there's lots of other cool stuff to play with.

Five Weeks Old!

Yep, I celebrated my five week birthday in the city I plan to call my future home, Austin, TX. I wore the Astros onesie Wes painted for me because I am keeping hope alive for the team this season. This is because I am young and kinda stupid and don't know any better.

Mom is holding me back because, I swear to goodness, I am about to kick some major a** because Uncle Michael and Ryan Littlepage were talking trash about the Sioux. I'm likely to start wrestling that GA trash if they keep it up.

On occasion, just sometimes, I sorta kinda like to cross my eyes. It's not permanent...but unfortunately, this hairline might be.

Read this with "Air Quotes"

As you all know, this is my big brother, the main cheese, Ricky Roy. Mommy and Daddy made him go to a kennel in San Antonio while we lived it up in Austin. When Mommy picked him up, they said that he was "too fat" "in dire need" of a "diet." They went on to say that he was "not welcome" back at the kennel because he "made too much noise" and "banged on his kennel" and "annoyed the crap out of everyone." They "gave her brochures to other kennels" and "avoided eye contact" and "cheered when they left the building." I don't get it, he seems pretty great to me.

Paisley is lookin' GOOD!

This young lady is Miss Paisley Grace, daughter of Josh and Tracy Armstrong. Her initials may be PG, but I think I'm having some PG-13 thoughts about her. Don't tell her Dad, because I think he and his brother, Jared, could break me in half if I ever looked at her the wrong way. Thanks for having us over, I can't wait until next time!

Awkward...

Our Mommys made us look at each other, but eventually if you've got nothing to say, it gets a little awkward to stare into the eyes of your best dude friend. That's why we're both playing it cool and looking opposite directions.

Grandma taught me how to smile

That title sounds like a country song I'd like to write some day. I love my Grandma and she not only taught me how to smile, but she gives me a reason to smile...I love me some Grandma.

Great Grandparents!!

These are my great-grandparents, Mana and Tommy. I met them on my first trip to Houston, which was tons of fun. Mana and I already have a mystical connection because we both chose to wear blue for our first meeting. I can't wait to meet them again.

That Bon Jovi Guy's A Genius

My Uncle Michael and I were just jammin' out on the sofa when we came up with this little ditty:

'CAUSE YOU WERE BORN TO BE MY NEPHEW AND BOBBY, I WAS MADE TO BE YOUR UNCLE.

WE GOT SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN EVEN IF WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE STAND.

ONLY GOD WOULD KNOW THE REASON, BUT I BEST HE MUST HAVE HAD A PLAN - CAUSE YOU WERE BORN TO BE MY NEPHEW AND BOBBY, I WAS MADE TO BE YOUR UNCLE.'

I'm thinking this baby could go platinum....

Summer Practice

I've got the right clothes. I've got the schedule memorized - I just haven't developed the proper motor skills to execute a "Hook 'Em Horns" hand gesture yet. Two out of three ain't bad, and besides - I've got a few weeks to get it down before the Arkansas State game.

How do you spell "Party?"

F-R-A-Z-E-R-S!

I've found out that if you put a couple of Frazers in a room together two things happen: A) it gets a lot harder for other people [non-Frazers] to have a conversation and B) a party instantly breaks out. Here's my proof:

A Little Longhorn Limerick

'Twas the month before preseason,

and all through the house.

RickyRoy was stirring,

perhaps chasing a mouse.

I in my jammies, (me, my ma & my pap

had just settled down for a midsummer's nap)

viewed visions of Bevo dancing above my bed.

Just Making Sure it's Safe for My Cousin

Here's my main man Owen doing me a real solid. You see, he pulled out my rocking horse - not for his own enjoyment mind you - but to make sure it was safe for me to ride on in two or three years. Man, I hope it's half as fun as it looks.....

Playing a little Air Recorder

My mom's been known to play a mean air flute in her day and I guess playing imaginary woodwind instruments runs in the family because here I am jammin' on my own air recorder.

"I CARRIED YOU FOR NINE WHOLE MINUTES!"

Daddy insisted on posting this photo to prove that he is helping in my development. It's funny that he thinks grabbing about nine hours of sleep a night and playing Tecmo Bowl the other waking hours of the day constitutes "helping" - but he did manage to keep me settled on his ample belly for eight and a half minutes (he rounded up to nine minutes).

Actually, this season will make FIVE

Here I am correcting one of our lesser-educated guests on the number of National Championships the Longhorns will have after Colt leads us to a BCS championship.

The Horse Whisperer

I'd been acting up a little bit so Mommy & Daddy called in the best of the best - that's right, Jason Nolingberg, head of Rio Vista horsebacking. This man has worked with the best horses in the state and broken some of the toughest broncs - plus he's dealt with the laziest of SV counselors - needless to say he whipped me into shape real quick.

FOX NEWS ALERT!!!

Bobby just rolled over! He's not even four weeks old yet. Is this kid the best athlete ever, or what?

Three Weeks Old!!

I had a great week with many visitors. I am growing a lot and getting a little fatter every day. I am sleeping pretty well and just started having "tummy time," which is building muscles. I had my first 4th of July, although I'm told it's not really the 4th unless you spend it with Willie Nelson. I guess it wasn't the 4th then, because even with my poor eyesight, I could tell Ricky Roy wasn't Willie.

Daddy Time!!

I'd love to make a joke about my relationship with my Daddy that might make me sound like a big boy, but I can't...I love him. Plus, he said if I did, he'd break my collarbone.

This is the first time Daddy ever fed me. It was really special and Daddy and I were doing some serious male bonding when we became distracted by Mommy, who was jumping up and down shouting, "Free at last! Free at last!" I have no clue what that was all about, but she was back to her old non-exuberant self again a few hours later at 3am when I was eating and she was watching an infomercial for odor-eaters.

Family Time!

This is a picture showing four generations of our family. Pictured are Whites, Hagertys, and a Frazer. I can already see I have a lot to live up to.

My sippy-cup overfloweth...not only am I blessed with four amazing grandparents, but I also have the very unique honor of having four great-grandmothers. This is Oma, the first of the four I have had the privilege to meet. She is quite a little number and I can't wait to see her again.

This is the previously mentioned, but never before pictured Graunt Sherry. I have now met her and Gruncle four times and like being held by her about as much as I like Mommy holding me. I love it when she rubs the back of my neck, which makes me think I should call her Grasseuse Sherry.

This is my Uncle Alexei, or Big Al, as I call him, and his girlfriend, Ivona. I love Big Al and I'm so excited he lives in Austin because we can see each other all the time and go to Town Lake and Shady Grove and wait, my Mom's trying to tell me something...Oh, he is? Crap...he's moving to Colorado. So much for that dream.

Serbians are awesome. Ivona is so nice and I loved it when she held me. I can only assume I'd like all Serbians as much as her and I'd really like to visit. I'm thinking Serbia is somewhere around Austin or Houston, where all the rest of the people I know live, so hopefully we'll go there soon.

Technical Difficulties

Currently, we are experiencing difficulty downloading our latest batch of pictures. As a consolation prize, here is a picture of Bobby's handsome Daddy. You're welcome.

For the Nerds...

Mommy has been updating the blog on Saturdays, but Jean and Wes have requested more pictures, and Mommy was more than happy to oblige. Here is a picture of me in my favorite position, listening to Mommy's heartbeat and putting my junk up in the air.

Cousin Chase & Aunt Liffey

While Daddy expressed serious reservations upon seeing this picture and its questionable safety standards, I had a blast sharing my swing with my cousin, Chase. He and my Aunt Liffey came for a visit and from the sounds of it, Mommy and her sister had a great time gabbing. I hope that I can someday have a sibling that I love as much as Mommy loves Liffey.

Cate and Will Visited Me!

A couple of days ago, I welcomed quite a fetching couple into my home for a visit. One of them was one of these nerds I have heard so much about and the other was her delightful boyfriend, Will. I really liked this Cate character and if she is any indication, I can tell I am going to love all the rest of those nerds. Come visit me! Cate and Will, thanks for the visit and come back anytime!

Big Daddy

Isn't this picture eerily reminiscent of the picture of me back on 6/16 when I was stretched out in full naked birthday glory on the scale (see earlier blog entries)? Daddy had the decency to wear pants, but now I know where I get my hot bod from.

Baby Rummy

Passed out...cold...on my Mommy. Earth is not so bad.

My Newest Cousin

This is my Mom's first cousin, Cara's new son, Landon Carroll...which makes him my third cousin, or something. Anyway, I'm going to have to spend a lot of time in front of the mirror developing adorable new looks because I can see I have competition in the cute department.