Mr. Baby Arrives and We Have a Party!

I didn't know what to expect when Mr. Baby arrived.  Of course, I love Meg and Derek, but I don't have any baby experience to bark of.

Turns out, I worship him!  He is the greatest thing ever.

Phil's friend Peter came over, so they had a couple of beers.  Mr. Baby is longingly looking after some of Phil's drink.

That looks refreshing, Grandpa!

I decided to get on his good side, right from the get go.  You can see that he already loves me and I am as gentle as can be.

Janet made a bunch of stuff for the Monteith Street Party.  They had Artichoke Dip with Juanitas, Cambazolo and Carmelized Onion Tart, Sushi and a couple of other appetizers some neighbours were kind enough to bring.  For the main course, Janet had made 20 pounds of pulled pork on buns with coleslaw, Caesar Salad and Greek Salad.  For dessert, Janet made an Espresso Gingerbread Cake she got from our Aunt T's blog, a Cheesecake with Toffee Sauce, Pecan Pie Brownies and again, a couple of desserts some kind guests brought.

One guest at the party was Finleys BFF, Robby.  Robby is a bit older, so he can turn the kitchen cabinets into a pint size climbing wall.

And turn Rockers into a pint size pony.

You can tell it's Rockers because of his left Club Paw.  Mr. Baby says he has the exact same little pleather booties.

Finley has this giant contraption that his Handlers set up in the living room.  He will bounce and bounce and bounce some more.  He loves it and Janet just loves the way it looks in the living room.  Janet insists it's OK to leave it up in the living room 24/7, but for some reason, Meg and Derek always put it away when it's not in use.

Mr. Baby wants to pay his fair share of expenses, so was perusing the help wanted ads in the paper for a part time job.  All job postings seemed to require the applicant to be able to walk and talk, so he might have to wait a bit.  He wanted to do the cross word puzzle as well, but no one would give him a pencil.  We doggies think he might be Mensa material.

He was the only one who was lucky enough to open a gift on Christmas Eve.

See how Mr. Baby's sock is partially off?  That drives Janet nuts.

Not only do I love Mr. Baby, but I covet his toys as well.  Is that wrong?  He's got a super cute squeeky giraffe that is apparently called Sophie and is the toy du jour for babies.  I really want it and if they would just leave him in his high chair with Sophie and look the other way for two seconds, I know for sure I could have.  But, no!  His handlers keep a firm grip on Sophie, so that's not happening anytime soon.

Come on, Buddy.  Get your Man Handler to move that book out of the way and swing Sophie to your left!