... Tre

Meet Tre. Again.



At four months old, this guy has not quite reached 9 lbs. Little though he is, Tre has no qualms about stating his point of view on things. He likes to be held and no sitting down on the job either - standing or walking is preferred. Anybody considering otherwise will get to listen to his cry. If you let him cry or fuss too long, you get to hear his angry cry. Lucky for him he has loving & patient parents who realize it's this tenacity that helped him survive his first few weeks of life. They do an amazing job caring this little tot.

But lest I leave you with the wrong impression, and as you can see from most of the pictures, Tre is a happy little guy. He seemed to always be smiling at his Uncle Jeff. I wonder if he looked familiar to him as Jeff and Greg look quite a bit alike.





Tre received much love from his Uncle Jeff. From the moment we arrived to the moment we left, Jeff seized every opportunity to hold, change, carry, play with, coo, feed, sooth, and stare at Tre. Much male bonding occurred here I'm sure. Here he is trying to teach Tre to roll over.


I miss him already...