Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes

HEAD

The girls think that putting things on Cameron's head is the funniest thing in the world.

He thinks not.

 

 Also, Cameron's head reminds me of Megamind.   

SHOULDERS

Cameron spends an unnatural amount of time on Luke's shoulders.  

KNEES

 This doesn't really have to do with knees, but when Cameron is on his stomach he does a full-on impression of a swimming turtle/Olympic breast stroke swimmer/the cutest thing ever.

He thinks he's hilarious. 

AND TOES

Most people's toes don't do much and just sit around being toes.  

No so with this little boy. 

His toes are magnets (for lint), deliciously good chew toys, and his version of a highly entertaining show.  

Basically, his toes are an amusement park of fun and he plans on riding every single ride.

 

EYES 

 For a little while there, Cameron's eyes were a fountain of pus.  It was revolting and horrifying and he was one step away from being a side-show circus freak with his ability to squeeze pus out of his eye like it was an exceptionally juicy zit.  (Yummy.)  We're happy to announce that his tear-duct cleared and we are now pus-free!  

Yay for no pus!!  

Also in the eye-department, we were concerned the little dude was getting seriously cross-eyed.  We consulted a doctor who almost assured me he'd be needing little itsy-bitsy baby glasses.  

The ophthalmologist claimed it'll be self-correcting and vetoed the baby glasses.  

I was excited until I doddled this little number: 

And then you know that I had to doddle this number: 

 ...And now it's my mission in life to find a way to get this kid some baby glasses. 

EARS

Cameron has super-sonic hearing.

(Some days when Cameron wakes up from his nap I try to sneak into his room without him hearing me.  He always hears me.  Always.  But yesterday, he didn't.  I was so shocked I had never decided what I'd do if this situation presented itself and so spur-of-the moment I thought it might be fun to scare him.  Just to see.  So I crawled right up to his crib and then popped up and half-yelled, "Boooo!"  Poor child jumped about a foot, instantly started bawling, and looked at me like I was a murderer for about an hour.  Turns out, he doesn't love being scared.)

MOUTH

Lately he's been making this face:

 I tried desperately to get a good picture of him doing his sucky-face, but this was all I came up with.  It doesn't do it justice. 

AND NOSE.

His nose, like the rest of him, is perfect. 

And I hope he "nose" how much we love him.