Post from Rory:
Hello people,
Apparently, because I practice my vocal exercises in the wee hours of the morning, my mother is under the assumption that she is excused from updating this, my fan site. (She has no idea what it's like to be a three-week-old "Rock Stah-rah" with the vocal stylings of James Brown . . . so I try not to judge.) So, I've decided to take matters into my own hands and give you, my adoring fans, a few pictures whet your appetite.
Since those embarrassing pictures posted almost three weeks ago, a lot has happened. First of all, tomorrow I'll be Three Weeks, which is a very distinguished number. And, despite their tricks, I have no intention of sleeping through the night - After all, I was born to Par-tay! I'm even thinking of crashing the Halloween parade in the Village tonight. Here's a teaser:
Happy Halloween!
All my grandparents came to see me the day after my one week birthday. They passed me back and forth a lot and, since it was daytime, I pretty much slept through it. And my Uncle Kip was here just before that. He's cool.
I've had some
other visitors too - after all, I'm always available for my public. Here are a few pictures of a couple of groupies, Sherry and Karen. (Get in line ladies!)
My style consultants have been putting me in a number of high fashion outfits. I'll include a few pictures of my favorites below. And the mother and father finally put together some things for me to do. I'm way to cool to actually let anyone SEE me playing yet, but I like sitting in the Bouncy Seat and staring into space, and laying in the Rain Forest Gym with my Dad. Yesterday I reached out and grabbed the apple mirror someone was dangling in my face. This was cause for another photo shoot. (Whatever.) Sometimes I get put on my belly and they get all excited when I try to lift up my enormous head. (I tell you, these people are easily amused.) And, I regret to report, I have been subjected to a humiliating experience called the Bath. The details are too traumatic to recount for you, but you should avoid this experience at all costs, my fans. That baby smell is overrated!
These are a few of my favorite outfits! Oh Yeah!
That's all I have time for. I'm late for my second-mid-morning nap. Gotta make up for all the sleep I lost jamming with the band last night.
Peace out, y'all.
Rory
This stylish bear suit was sent all the way from California from my dear friend Pamela. It came just in time too - at 17lbs, 9 ounces (I know!) Rory (now 3 1/2 months old) is apparently the size of an average 6 month old. I guess it's time to stop squeezing him into the 0-3 clothes he's been wearing since he came home. Ah - some room to grow~!
And Melissa gave us this hat to keep the big noggin warm! Ah the noggin, still growing and still incredibly heavy for little Rory to lift. Hopefully he'll master the skill before he goes to college.
". . . Wha? . . . What? . . . . "
"Aw Shucks...Me?"
Just cruisin' in my little red chair.
"Hey ladies, I'm diggin' the scene with a gansta lean...Wanna ride?"
Hey?...Where'd Rory go?
As you can see from the cute PJs, these pics were taken the night before Christmas. Rory doesn't believe in Santa Claus, but he wore the outfit because the long lines are so flattering.
Rory got to meet his cousins over the holiday. Above is Rory with Ryan, the oldest of his four first cousins. And to the right are second cousins Sihara, Mackensie and Miles with Rick's cousin Lynn. The Younger's are a big family, so we're not testing Rory on any of these names just yet.
The Youngers are headed to Baltimore to celebrate with Grandma
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! We truly have a lot to be thankful for this year, especially one big and happy baby! Rory was 11lbs 6 oz. at his 4 week appointment. Now 7 weeks old, he is 13lbs on our bathroom scale! A Whopper! So he thought he should forfeit the dressing and pumpkin pie this year, and decided to go Wabbit Hunting ....
Hunting is hard work! Rory has been sleeping about 4 hours at a stretch during the night now, so Mom & Dad are finally getting some sleep. 
Rick and I took Rory to vote with us last Tuesday. Though he wasn't allowed to vote, he urged us to vote for a candidate that understands his experience as the son of a black father and a white mother. Needless to say, the Youngers are thrilled, moved, and filled with hope that Obama was elected as the next President of the USA! Rory, you can be anything you want to be!
