Where Have I Been?

I've missed you all...have you missed me? Gah, my parents are lazy. If only I knew how to type. Right now, I'm dictating to my mom, so she can tell you that she is a procrastinator. Apologies aside, here are some fabulous photos taken since November. Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and make that New Year a good one. Love and slobbers...Mars.

(Hanging with my cousins -- Elijah and Violet. I'm working on my beer gut.)

(Lounging on the mom)

(Family Xmas pic)

(And a little video from Xmas day)

Bad A** Baby

It's been a busy month

This one's for the ladies!

These next shots demonstrate my Zoolander-like modeling talent. I see your Blue Steel, Ben Stiller, and raise you a Blue Pacifier. It's a look that stops mommas in their tracks.

Love my mommy!

¡mas fotos!

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Mars. Since you're smart enough to use the internet, you're probably already wondering how a newborn could create his own website, not to mention addressing you in English. You're probably assuming that this is being written by his father--a reasonable conjecture; I'll give you that. But consider this: when I'm an adult and capable of writing messages like this one, new technologies will exist that you can't even imagine right now. Perhaps a method will exist for me to send messages back into the past, maybe called "pre-mail." Sound unlikely? Have you considered that my initials, MML, are the Roman numerals for 2050? Could that be the year in which pre-mail is invented? Just something to think about.

Since you're clever enough to have typed in the correct URL or clicked on the link in an email from my parents, you've probably wondered about the origins of my name. You're very curious--it's a good trait, but don't let it get out of hand. You might think that I'm named after the celestial body. My parents are a little geeky (especially my dad), but not that geeky. What about the Roman god of war? I'm no Austrian psychoanalyst, but if that were the case, then I would expect my dad to be the type to get kicked out of little league for being too competitive with his roster of nine-year-olds. Maybe my parents picked the name because when my maternal grandfather (a.k.a. Disco) served on an aircraft carrier during Vietnam, he talked to my maternal grandmother (a.k.a. JJ) via the Military Affiliate Radio System, which was commonly referred to by its initials. Or maybe my parents really liked the 80's dance tune "Pump Up the Volume" (not to be confused with the slightly less awesome Christian Slater movie), which was performed by the one-hit wonder group MARRS. Or maybe they just liked the way it sounded.

Have I mentioned that I'm very cute? If I were physically capable, I'd want to eat up my own cheeks because they look like little peaches. Here are some pictures.