He's a cutie

We took more than 90 pictures over the Christmas holidays and I haven't even begun to look at the video. Little Elvis likes all 50s and 60s musical artists. Here he does his best Jerry Lee Lewis. (You should see his Jimi Hendrix -- he tried to lick our neighbor's guitar the other day. Yeah, lick it.)
He fell in love with a little ornament of my mom's that was shaped like a house. He was playing hide-the-house with Coachpa (I mean, T!)

Gram had to be the one hiding this go round. Oh, how Little Elvis loves peek-a-boo.
This is just to honor Bob's hair. My dad shaved all of my husband's hair off during our visit. I told him to use the 1-inch clippers, but like I know what I'm talking about. It was too long, but we missed the happy medium and now it's really short.

And I realize that it's the middle of winter, and my son is wearing just a diaper. You wouldn't believe all the cute clothes he has, but I guess he's just cuter without them...

"What do you mean it's past my bedtime? If you get to stay up playing cards, then I want to, too!"
"Mommy got these neat socks for Christmas, but I think they look better on me."

"Her legs aren't as cute as mine!"

At least he's got on a shirt and socks this go round.