Memories dreams reflections

Happy Saturday. Well, the workweek has finally ended and I have a little me-time to catch up and keep everyone abreast of my refelections on life, love and poop.

Here I am thinking about life.


And here I am thinking about love.


Thinkin' 'bout poop.


And realizing latter thought.


And done.


Here's mom realizing the next diaper change.

It's not supposed to smell like roses!

And here's me thinking dad's burping technique leaves a lot to be desired.


Thinking's hard but I'm getting the hang of it. Maybe one day I'll rank up there among the great thinkers like Freud, Tolstoy and Dr. Phil.

Navel gazing

Hi again, another day another binky. I slept through the whole night last night which was great except my parents kept waking me up anyway to make sure I was ok. They need to chill a bit but they are newbies at this so I'll give them a pass this time.

Here I am practicing the fine art of omphaloskepsis.

Look it up.

Bathing.


Finger pulling.


Still more finger pulling.


Don't worry, still a finger.

Chillaxin'

Hey people, it's me again. Everyone just went to sleep so I finally have a chance to get some me time and figured I'd update the old blog again.

Here I am vogueing in the bouncy seat. I don't think this is my best side but dad's pretty inept at the whole picture taking thing so we all have to suffer together. How Catholic.


Mom horning in on my shot (again from my bad side, next time I'm going all Christian Bale on dad).



Me and my womens, B and Special K and this time even Mollie has to horn in on my shot.

Some chicks will do anything to get in a pic.

Hope I inherit Mom's teeth or at least dad has the benjamins for a sweet grill!
Best start saving now old man.


Here I am being smothered by dad at the Boulder Creek Festival.
Just kidding, I'm actually hiding from the scent of dirty hippy.

Note the freakishly huge arm, look out Ah-nold, here comes the Poopinator.

This here's a jam for all the fellas,
try to do what those ladies tell us,


Bust a move y'all.

Bouncin' and chillin'

Happy Friday peoples. Here I am sitting in the bouncy chair with my favorite homey, Mollie. Mollie likes to smell me and make sure that no one's up in my grill. She's a good dog and we get along famously.


Here I am in my favorite spot, da bouncy chair. I busted out of my swaddle and now I have the run of the chair. It's pretty cool, maybe next time mom and dad will turn me around so's I can watch some TV too, it's gotta be more interesting than the wall, right? Seacrest out!

Burping baby!

Mrs. R. burps the baby.

The next Kobayashi.

Male pattern baldness stinks at any age.


Am I looking to the future or the past?

Wrong!

Flashing eastside.

Gangster of love.

Eating out

Howdy folks. Today I got to go out to eat for the first time. I was expecting we'd go out to a nice milk bar or something but apparently I got stuck with the short end of the stick (again) so Mexican it was. Here I am doing nothing in the restaurant. Why this is so fascinating to my parents I'll never know.



And here are some more pics of me chilling at Las Delicias.

Apparently my poops aren't spicy enough for mom.



Food coma.


And just looking good (as usual).



Well, maybe a little blotchy but hey, dad's too cheap to buy Photoshop.

Another day

Hola. Here's a couple more pics to check out. Not much new going on, first doc appointment today, I hear that's fun.



And here's me being guarded by a vicious animal. Her breath has been known to kill from 20 paces. Why the underlines? Because I don't know how to turn it off.



And finally, here I am refusing to perform like a dancing monkey for the camera:



Smell you later!

Day 5

Hey again, thought I'd check in while I have a little downtime. I figured I'd share today's pic o' the day to help show y'all that if I grow up whack, don't blame me.

Here's what happens in this place when a guy just wants to unwind after a long day in his own pee.



Did I cry? No. Complain? No. Just minding my own wet bidness when before you know it mom and babcia are worried I'm cold and bust out a hairdryer to warm me up. Whatever happened to a little warm milk and a blanky? Boulder brings out the Weird with a capital 'W'.

Here I am watching the Nuggets try to make it to the Western Conference Finals for the 1st time in 24 years.



And here I am celebrating the victory. Can't wait to get my first K-Mart tatt.




More tomorrow. Robert out!

Day 4

How de doo. Figured I'd have mom's take some action shots for my portfolio. Here I am flashing my hood signs in the bouncy seat yo. Moms must've hooked me up with some high-proof milk, I don't remember this pic at all.H



You talkin' to me?



Maybe you didn't hear me, I said, are you talking to me?



Well stop talking to me, your breath stinks.

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And yet another video, these production value are whack yo. Someone fire this fool and get McG on the line.

Day 3

Yo, it's me again. Checked out of the hospital and am in my new digs. Kind of small but big compared to my last home. Drier too . . .

Here's me and grandpa R. He's taking off tomorrow, sorry we only got to spend a couple of days together but I tend to procrastinate like my dad.



Kicking it with moms in the bouncy chair yo.



And more vid:

Day 2

Sup yo. This is me on day 2. Be sure to check out the dope video of me hiccuping, pretty amazing stuff.








Obi Mom Kenobi. Finding a happy place with high-grade pharmaceuticals.

Where am I?

Hello, welcome to the blog inspired by the birth of Robert Walter Lecky. This posting will be updated as often as possible by my parents who will be making embarrassing posts in my voice that will ultimately have to be destroyed if I'm to maintain any shred of dignity in my adolescence. Enjoy it while you can because when I learn how to use a computer and delete this blog it will be gone for good. Sound fair? Great. Here we go . . .

Here's a little bit about me:

Vitals:
DOB: 5/9/2009
Time: 14:11 MST
Place: Boulder, CO
Weight: 7 lbs. 10 oz.
Height: 21.5"
Hobbies: Baccarat
Sign: Who cares

And here I am with mom, Day 1:



Thanks for taking this pic of me 20 minutes after freedom, I really appreciate the fact that you didn't give me 5 more minutes before my hands turned pink, blue hands just don't look normal to anyone, even newborns. I guess a moms love really is blind.

Oh yeah, mom's on morphine here.