...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.

Canus friendus

I keep meeting people that Mommy claims I already know-- this is quite confusing. Sometimes they're scary, but sometimes I really like them.... this is Beth, my new/old friend who actually lives in San Antonio with us! She brought along her doggie on a visit. It was very exciting, although confusing, because the doggie ran in so many circles I could not keep up!!

You're my little Schmutzy-Face

You're my little Schmutzy-Face. This is actually an older picture (from January), but it was overlooked. It looks like she is incredibly excited to be sitting in her high-chair, eating solid foods. Well, let me assure you, folks, she is not terribly keen on solid foods. Really, it is a guessing game with Isabel. You have to guess the correct "food of the day" within so many tries or else she refuses to eat anything but graham crackers and animal cookies.

Otherwise, anything on mommy or daddy's plate will do, as long as they are actually trying to eat it at the moment.

Helping daddy play with his toys

Apparently, I don't quite have my toys figured out, but thankfully, Isabel is helping me learn how to use them. "Watch me daddy; put it in your mouth, like this." She is very helpful.

But the real reason I put this picture up is to remind everyone that the last bastion of reliable communication with the family of the Chubbles is going to change soon. On March 7th (the day our bill comes out), we are changing our cell phone number to be a local San Antonio number. We are planning to send out a card that has all of our updated contact information, but if you find yourself wondering with an as-of-yet empty mailbox, please click on my profile and email us (I think T's and I's emails aren't their primaries). My email is up to date, and I will send you our contact info. Looking forward to hearing from you all.

Comin' right at ya!!!

Comin' to get ya. I'm just showing off my flashy photography (haha, get it). I put the camera on the floor, pointed it towards Isabel, and took a picture. It turned out pretty well. Don't you just feel the horror of being the fingernail clippers about to be snatched up by those mobile Chubbles. It's like the viewer becomes the schmutzes. You can empathize with their plight, grabbed by the grubby fists, lifted towards the mouth and those toothies, drenched in the slobbery, drooly...

Okay, I'll stop.

smilincrawlin

I got ahold of the computer, and found a few pictures I liked of Isabel crawling that didn't get put up. Look how happy those chubbles are. Now, the funny thing is that the morning after her little post-bedtime shmutz-crawl, those Chubbles had all but forgotten how to crawl. It is like every morning she has to re-learn that she is mobile now, and can go get the things she wants. She still has moments when she just sits down and whines and whines that her toy is out of reach. Aren't you just sympathetic reading about it?