Welcome to the Jungle

I can't believe Arlo is 8 weeks old!

He doesn't have much of an appetite. Just kidding.

This is a typical morning for us.

Arlo and I have breakfast at our usual time -- 6 a.m.
After his bottle, Arlo goes in his Rainforest swing next to the kitchen table and I release the animals so I can mainline my coffee. Arlo really likes watching the monkey and mynah bird circling his head.

Go Arlo!

Heere's Arlo!

A baby is born.

Arthur Conrad Rentz, a.k.a. Arlo, entered the world at 3:23 p.m. on Sunday, July 5, 2009.

He probably could have been born on the 4th of July but his mother was afraid he might grow up to be a Republican.

Anyway, this is Arlo’s story, as told by his Grams, who loves him very much and thinks that he is the most wonderful baby in the world.
Here’s a recap of his life so far: He sleeps, he cries, he poops and pees.

Updates to come . . .