This is Seth's "I made a poopy" face. Looks strangely like his mother.....
Emily and Seth at the Bees game. We were lucky to get this picture with all the people around interfering with our shot.
Seth is already disgusted with the play of local teams. I told him to get used to it, since he has yet to endure a Utah Jazz season.
Seth cheered up when I explained that we actually wanted the visiting team (the Triple A affiliate to the Oakland A's) to win. Actually I think he was just happy to be surrounded by bright shiny things. . . he gets that from his daddy.
This is one of those moments when I can practically hear Seth thinking, "Who are you and why is there not a boob in my face?"
Seth must have seen Emily standing off to the side. It was like ringing the dinner bell. Daddy is only interesting on a full stomach or when it is time to pee on something.
This is Seth's new favorite toy. Sure, it has alot of fun attachments and distractions but they only entertain for 4 or 5 hours...tops. I haven't let Seth go that long, but that is normally when I hit my wall. Afterall, I can only play with hanging butterflies and mirrors for so long.
Occasionally Emily is forced to let me baby sit. This is a common sight when I try to lay him down for a nap. I don't actually think his eyes close unless mommy is around.
This is adorable, right? Not so much. You don't see the slowly forming poop stain forming below him. 
