I’m all smiles for my eight month photo shoot. Kisses!
Do you ever have a nightmare where you awaken to a crazy-eyed baby with half her teeth and a bad case of morning hair staring you in the face? I know Mommy and Daddy do!
Mommy tried to stage an intervention for me, but I just walked out on them. I am totally *not*addicted to my swaddle wrap, okay? I could quit it any time I want! I can wear a sleep sack like all the other 8 month olds if I want to. I just choose not to!
Breaking in the rookies is a lot of work. But you have to train up a new generation of baby food feeders, or how else how are you going to get your banonos?
Here’s another picture of a hands-on how-to baby bottling seminar. Is it just me or do you think they’ve done this before?
I have so many admirers they had to take turns practicing their techniques to serve me better. I think they made great improvements in the few short days we spent together. Mom and Dad could learn a lot from them!
What’s that Mommy? Santa’s cookies? Hmm no, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen any cookies around here. Really. [Burp.]
For some bizarre reason it turned sixty degrees one day after Christmas. So the whole family took a walk around the block for old time’s sake. I had almost forgotten the route.
You’ve heard of standing on the shoulders of giants? Well I pull up on the butt of Mommy! It’s pretty much the same thing I think.
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