Jelly Roll

Two weeks ago today our friends Hsin-Yi and Chris had a bouncing baby boy. He had been given the nickname Jelly Roll -- in utero -- by his parents, and we all jumped for joy when young Jelly Roll made his appearance onto our fair planet.

Our friend Ted wrote on fase book facebook that day: And unto them a Jelly Roll is born!

Poor ol' Jelly Roll had to stay in the hospital for a week or so, but he's home now, and doing great, and eating a lot and sleeping a lot and the other day, at least, strolling the 'hood with his mom . . .

. . . when they both wound up on our deck.

Hsin brought a bottle of her very own Hsin-milk in case young Jelly Roll woke up . . .

. . . and although he did eat . . .

. . . this was about as close as he got to waking up. We almost saw his eyes. Well, one eye.

Hey, he's no dummy. Someone brings a bottle of pure deliciousness to his lips in that fuzzy area between sleep and wakefulness, and he starts sucking. What's the point of opening his eyes?

The kid is tired . . .

. . . and really terribly stinking cute.

As is his mom. Plus, she's a natural.

We just don't get enough babies on our deck, we realized.

But we're hoping all that's going to change. We're hoping ol' Jelly Roll makes our deck one of his regular stops on his strolling circuit.

We're hoping other babies out there hear what a warm, welcoming spot our deck is for an afternoon visit . . .

. . . where there are plenty of friends to coo at you . . .

. . . and plenty of arms to hold you . . .

. . . and where their Moms get to drink pure deliciousness, too.