"I four months old"

Yes. It's true. Garrison is four months old. He tells us every day, practically. Walking around the apartment, swinging Snickers by the tail and telling us he's four months old. Crazy kid. We went for his four-month check up this past Friday. He's 50th percentile in head circumference and weight (14lb, 10oz), but >75th percentile in length. Also zeroeth percentile in liking shots. Poor guy. He's become a little more vocal - squealed for the first time a couple days ago, at a stuffed dog just minding its business in a basket. And you don't have to be hiding behind anything in order to say "BOO!!" to him. He likes it even when you're just looking at him and say it. I guess he ain't scarred. Below are some recent photos. I've got a lot more so I'll post more in the next few days.

J



He likes Rach a lot.


J and the G-man.


First bath without the little seat.


"I like doughnuts."