Monday, July 21, 2008

The Macarena


Daddy's teaching me how to dance here. Mommy thinks its funny. Is Daddy missing some steps?

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

My Helmet

My helmet is A-OK!

With my helmet, I can wear these ears from Anna Jane's Mommy and Daddy. (I don't have enough hair to wear these barrettes.)


Guess who I am? :)



And my helmet is pretty protective


Mommy and I went shopping for some stickers this morning to decorate my helmet. So far this is what it looks like. I'll be getting more stickers later.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

My New Accessory

Check out my new hat that I got on Monday. At first I didn't really like it. Plus I have to wear this for three months. :(


It's growing on me though. It looks like I have a 5 o' clock shadow in this picture. Well, more like 9PM...


It's not so bad. Now I can play football with Daddy. In time for another season of the Seahawks!



Or maybe play dress up? Mommy found this video on her camera after she came home from work.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Daddy Is My Favorite Playmate

Daddy loves my boppy pillow, and he also loves my toys.

So much so that he gets exhausted playing and falls asleep while I watch. (See me in the corner?)

Here he is doing some tummy time. He loves Auntie Gloria's Hello Kitty play mat (so do I!). This is not the first time he's taken naps on it.

Sometimes I take naps with my toys too. See my wedge? Daddy thought it was comfy too when he sat on it this morning. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of him on the wedge because he was only wearing his diaper at the time.

Happy Independence Day!


Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Seven Months!

I'm 7 months already! And I'm getting chunkier and chunkier, especially with my new diet where I can eat while I sleep, talk, smile, play, and suck my thumb!

It's been a pretty tough month for me. You may have noticed my new accessory.
It's actually not new, 'cause I've worn one before when I was little.





I don't quite like it very much and it breaks my Mommy's heart each time I pull it out because she has to put it back in, but Mommy says I need it until I can eat better.

And I'm a hundred times tougher than this boy since my spaghetti is even longer: