You can't see it, but I'm being stalked by a very silly looking Daddy-monster. He makes bathtime so much fun!

Doctor visit

I went to the doctor for my checkup: the good news is that I am healthy and strong. I weigh 20 pounds, 9 ounces, which is only 8 ounces more than my last checkup, but I have gotten very long: 29 inches! Now I will be facing forward in my car seat, just like Mommy and Daddy. This was NOT a very fun visit: the doctor didn't see me until two hours after my appointment, so Mommy and I had been there over three hours by the time we got to leave, and I was very cranky.

Getting the giggles with Daddy

Happy Easter!

I needed Mommy's help to get used to these crazy flowers.

On a pillow of bluebonnets....

My first ever taste of candy.

Right out of Daddy's Easter basket. Mmmmmm.

That was TASTY.

Me and my Grandmama

My Grandmama is lots of fun...she walks me all over the house, and gives me treats, and plays with me-- so I will reward her with just a little snuggle.

Happy Birthday?!?!?

What are these? Are they for me?

So much paper...

Hm.

Interesting.

Tasty

I'd better investigate the properties of these new items.

These are a few of my favorite things...

Yay! A book!

Trouble?

Is Mommy actually LETTING me pull out this paper? I can't *believe* it!

Intellectual Pursuit

Hm.

ABC's! Yay!

Nanaw has sent me some interesting ladybug-colored objects.

Looks tasty to me

And you say this is called a "puzzle?"

Cake

I don't understand. Is this food or a toy?

Torturous...

Oh, no! Don't make me eat it!

...and yet Delectable

Well, ok, if you insist.

I have discovered an extremely tasty new treat. MMMMMMMMMMM, better than milk.

Look! Enough hair for a ponytail!

Look! I've found a new way to get around, and boy is it fast. I just pull up on my car and GO!

I sure am glad Mommy and Daddy bought this house...the window ledges are *just right.*

Here I go!

If I get ahold of fingers, I just take off without consulting the affected parties. I figure they must already know! You can see our new loveseat in the background.

yay

Just kickin' up my heels

Another thing I've been doing lately in order to further bond my caregivers to myself and ensure proper care even when I do not have the energy to be charming is this: giving hugs. Sometimes I grip very tightly (like when I think I might be put down) and Mommy calls me a monkey.

Look at this silly round thing! I can spend hours chasing it around the living room. It is very hard to catch, and harder still to hold on to!

Although it has been months since I first established my skill in waving, I've had something of a wave renaissance in the last week. Basically, if I'm not engaged in some other worthy task, I like to wave both arms as hard as I can for most of the day. When I'm out with Mommy I am able to get a lot of people to stop to talk to me. Mommy may say it's silly, but I think it's a brilliant idea. It works!

Giddyup!

Daddy really makes an excellent horsie. For my birthday, would someone get me a bridle or something? He could use some help in the steering department.

"It's like this," he said. "When you go after honey with a balloon,
the great thing is not to let the bees know you're coming. Now, if
you have a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the
tree, and not notice you, and if you have a blue balloon, they might
think you were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the
question is: Which is most likely?"
"Wouldn't they notice YOU under the balloon?" Christopher Robin asked.
"They might or they might not," said Winnie the Pooh. "You never can
tell with bees."

Um, no Kim. *I* am the princess.

This is also a fun game: clutching food in my teeth and shaking it around, much like I've seen puppies at the park doing with their balls.

Welcome to the most stressful part of my day: mealtimes. Goodness knows I love my milkshake, but it's just not cutting it to keep me full these days,so I've had to resort to eating big people food. The problem is that each day there are only one or two foods that I will eat, and Mommy usually does not offer me what I want. So I scream and flail until either I'm so exhausted that I give in and eat something or Mommy gives in and brings me something new. Once I get something I like, I stuff it into my mouth as fast as I can without pausing to chew. If I don't have enough on my tray to adequately fill my vast and chubbly cheeks, I scream. And when I see something new and different I want to try (for example, the edge of my tray or the side of my cup), I spit out whatever I've been working on to make room.