Reid Month Two

Reid: Month Two

It's been a heck of a month. Reid had visits from grandparents and great grandparents, and took his first airplane ride to visit more grandparents and more great grandparents.

You should be able to read about these adventures soon on the Hardlyborn, but in the meantime, here's a photographic preview. The captions are meant to be read with the three pictures above them and the three pictures below them. As always, after you've read the captions, you can click on the picture for great, big smooth shots of Reid charming the pants off of everyone he sees.


This month Reid has been trying out different faces on the various grand- and great grandparents who have stopped by to visit, as well as the friends who seem to come to our door simply to hold the baby and eventually ask the question, "So isn't it weird that you guys have a baby?" The answer is and will always be "Yes." Reid visits with his grandmother on his dad's (my) side, who's playing with a name for herself somewhere between Nonni and Nonna. Holding Reid is my mom's mom, Nana. Oddly, Reid is striking his thinking-man pose, which is wild, because he's probably just thinking about his next, milky meal.


Reid is endlessly amusing to visitors and family alike. His lifelike face, hands and bowel movements make those around him gaze in wonder and recoil in fear. Clockwise from top left, Amanda catches Reid napping, my aunt Karen catches Reid shouting, my sister Stephanie takes careful note of five of Reid's ten glorious fingers, Kate just heard a burp, Shawn just heard something much worse, and Shawn again, in the peaceful moments before Reid's active gastrointestinal system put the fear of god in him.


Change sides. Over the Labor Day holiday, the family embarked on some good old fashioned air travel, complete with a daring in-flight diaper change! We flew to Atlanta and then hopped the interstate over to Alabama to visit relations and cheer on the Tide (Reid's lucky socks, visible to the sharp-eyed folks examining the picture on the lower left of this caption, carried Alabama to victory in their first game of the season). Clockwise from upper left, Reid contemplates John Ashcroft's draconian airport security procedures, then breathes a sigh of relief from the comfort of his Grammy's arms. Reid enters a friendly staring contest over a bottle of breastmilk with his Great Grandma Henderson, thinks about getting a forearm tattoo (okay, it's just a cute picture of Reid on his mom's shoulder), then visits his Great Granny and Gramps Rawls.


The multi-generational photography options are mindboggling! Clockwise from top left, Reid, his mom and his great grandparents chat about Coach Shula's chances at Alabama. Then his Grammy gets into the act, and we've got four generations of Rawls' in the mix. Back over in Tuscaloosa with Great Grandma Henderson and her friend Archer, Reid demonstrates his amazing and previously undocumented ability to root for certain college football teams even when he's sleeping. (UA beat South Florida, and Auburn got creamed, which is all that matters.) Next we visited Reid's great aunt and uncle, Don and Kathy, and K's cousin Kristin, before putting together a four-generation Henderson pyramid, with Reid in the center, of course.


		Giddy from our trip around the south, and immediately enamored of Reid's good mood (he was unaware that we would be taking another airplane ride), we snapped some photos of ourselves with the Henderson grandparents, proud and beaming as they are whenever young master Reid is around. Another successful Reid adventure.