I don't really remember what was going on when mommy took this pic. I think she was making some horrific face trying to get me to look at her, which you can see from the picture, I sure did.  

This little pig... 

Yo yo yo. Peace out for now homies. 

Mommy likes pretending like she is a hat for me. Mommy is funny that way. 

I did excellent with my first bath (sponge). After a while I got tired of laying on the kitchen counter and started to whimper and cry for mommy to put some clothes on me. 

I had a bad dream about the car seat this morning. I woke up screaming. Just having mommy hold me calmed me down. While I was laying against her I began to think about how I have eyebrows and how I can move one of them at a time. How cool. 

The doctor told me that at this stage of my life I can't see very far away, but I still try. When my mommy holds me in her arms I can see her face, when I look her direction, but everything else is fuzzy. Maybe I will get some Windex and clean my eyes. I think that might help with the fuzziness. 

Today I learned to count to two and how to do advanced algebra. Mommy was really excited. 

Those movies at High School Verve, from Damah Film Festival, really pooped me out tonight. After I got home and ate a milkshake for dinner I crashed on the couch. I tried to watch The Amazing Race with mommy, but didn't make it very far. 

My feet are cute just like daddies. 

Dang, that flash on the camera is scary. 

I slept great last night. I was bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning! 

Bigger rez pic for Nana's screensaver. 

Mommy says I look so cute in this picture. Actually, she says I look cute in all pictures, but it would be a bit boring to say that in every picture. 

Mommy thought I was making a funny face. 

This is the evil car seat I spoke of earlier. I finally succumbed to its powers. I shall fight you again, another day, you evil car seat.

This is my dress for church. I think my hair ribbon is rather cute too. 

I was sleepy after going to church today.  

I love whistling. When I whistle my doggy, Marty, comes a runnin. He licks my head. He also wags his tail and barks when I cry. 

After eating a good dinner at Gma Pat and Uncle Bill's house I fell into a deep, deep sleep...only to be awakened to my mommy harassing me by putting me in a strange torture device that big people call a "car seat," whatever that is. I hate that thing, unless daddy is driving down the highway. Then, for some reason, I get real quiet and enjoy the ride with the wind blowing through my peach fuzz.