I've so got this.

Ok, so how's this eating thing supposed to go again? Is it bite spoon, blow bubbles in food, smear on face and shirt?...then cool, I'm totally getting the hang of this.

Toes for toofies

I have recently found out that my own toes are possibly the best remedy for sore toofesses. I know my Mommy and Daddy are probably not happy to hear this...seeing as they actually spent good money on specialty items to help. Who knew, right?

Anyway...take a point from Bash, if your toof hurts, just put your foot in your mouth. It feels much better. 

I guess I'm a chip off the old block, as they say. I've heard that Daddy puts his foot in his mouth when talking to people all the time.

Thumbs up!

Ah crap...looks like I fell asleep on my hand again. Ever since I started rolling over I end up in these weird positions. I start out on my back and then all heck breaks loose!!

Today, I couldn't figure out why daddy was laughing at me. I just thought he was sleep deprived and goofy, like always. Well, it turns out I fell asleep on my hand. But I must have been happy or something because it looks like I was giving the thumbs up! Good thing I wasn't in a bad mood, I might have been giving the finger...

Ouch! Do we really have to do this again?

What is wrong with you people!!! Why do you insist on taking me to that strange lady in a white coat in a cold office every few months, sticking me with those pointy skewers and saying it's for my own good!! Immunizations, Shmimmunizations...it just plain hurts! What the deuce, folks?!?!?

Although...my Snoopy bandaid did match very well with my tie die onsie. Couture is important, even at 6 months. 

Daddy's first Fathers Day!

Ok, so I've really been getting behind on my updates here. A lot has been going on and its very distracting so my bad...

Anyway, I definitely wanted to be sure to post this. A while ago was Father's Day and it was pretty special...being the FIRST time Daddy could actually celebrate being a real life father and all... Yeah, you're welcome.

We had a great time and celebrated with Grandma and Grandpa. I even gave Daddy a Father's Day card. Trust me, that was not easy. I had to make a special trip to the store. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get out if this house without Mommy and Daddy knowing. Watchdogs, these two... Like escaping from a prison, I tell ya...though a pretty swanky prison, I must add. So I guess I can't complain. 

Ok, so I did manage to get away for a bit to buy Daddy a card. I had a hell of a time getting the thing in my stroller but I managed. You should have seen the look on Daddy's face when I gave him this...