Better late than never! And a few extra bonus shots since you've all been waiting so patiently!
This is my new shirt from Great Aunt Sheila. Dad calls me a Rastafarian when I wear it. Mom calls me a Pastafarian, 'cause she belongs to the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Don't ask. Thanks Aunt Sheila!
A perfect blend of girlish and boyish.
Hey Buddy, I'm totally onto you. This is my shoelace. Don't even think about it.
Well, we'll see you in a couple days! If you haven't heard from us in a bit, don't worry. We've all had a nasty flu. Mom and Dad say I was the least of a baby about the whole thing. They spent most of their time vying for the use of the bathroom, but I'm lucky with my diaper and I have no compunction about where I regurgitate my lunch. But, we're all recovering, slowly but surely.
We're all keepin' it real! One more week of craziness for Mom and Dad at work and then it's smooth sailing! Can't wait...
Check me out! I'm a stander! With assistance, just for now.
Don't I look sassy with my pig-tails!
Mom has her girly moments.
Messy eatin' is the only way to go!
Happy Easter! Check out my bunny hat!
Can't you see I'm busy at the moment?
Are you talking to me?
Allrighty, there you have it! We've got one more picture but I'm about to take a naparoo, so we'll put it up later (I'll make Mom do it, I promise! Last time she forgot!)
Daddy's cousin Bob came to visit with his friend, Alex. Great Uncle Howard and Aunt Ruth travelled up here, too. We all went to dinner where I was entirely enamoured with our waiter's shiny, big, silver belt buckle. Which led to a little embarrassment when he stood behind my high chair taking our order and I decided to play with it.
Silly Daddy!
I think I deserve the "Most Photogenic Baby in the Bathtub" Award. Or something like that.
All right, Mom. I'll find you a recipe. Just give me a minute.
Yeah, sure. Are you gonna sell me a bridge in Brooklyn, too?
Hey! Hold the phone, I'm starting to scootch even more!
Deep Thoughts...
Sometimes when I want more cheese, I turn into Little Miss Drooly Cranky Pants.
Then the dog does something funny and I break into a smile, despite myself.
About Me: I'm my Mom's and Dad's kid. Apparently, they've been waiting on me for a while and didn't have the best of luck getting me here. I'm the miracle baby that hung around after my Mom had three miscarriages and then was put on bedrest at five months pregnant for fear she was losing me, too. But, now I'm here and they really dig me. I dig them, too. It's cool.
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