Coen Pics Galore

Every so often, I dump the trillions of pictures that Tauni takes onto my own computer. Without fail, the process produces proud father moments in spades. Here are some recent faves.

Here is Coen not in the mood to explain to the camera why the bulk of his body most likely tastes like "vodka marinara" sauce (Alternate title: "Back off paparazzi!").
Because of his hip situation, the little man still can't walk. Fortunately, he has resourcefully come up with his own substitute (and trust me, he is addicted to strolling sidewalks and retail stores with daddy's size 13's) (don't look too closely or you'll notice that dad is reading Gourmet magazine; he later attempted the "light and fluffy southern biscuits" which ended up more like "hard-packed texas clay"; he's back to being a guy now):

Like dorky Father, like hopefully-not-as-inevitably-dorky son:

Caught looking far too much like an Abercrombie model for dad's taste (no thanks to Kayla):
He just started standing last week and he is LOVING it (almost as much as intentionally concluding his performance by falling on dad's gut):
And, finally, his pride and joy -- the Brobee shirt. If he could speak in this picture, he'd be saying "BROBEE ON MY SHIRT! BROBEE ON MY SHIRT! BROBEE ON MY SHIRT!" repeated for at least thirty minutes. Coen loves "the little green one".