May the force be with you

Happy Friday everyone!

Pizza Party

Here's me eating my first pizza. One word: DELICIOUS!

Too cute

My mom says I'm too cute. I'm not sure how a kid can be considered 'too cute,' but apparently I am...

I'm ready

I'm ready to graduate:



... To chocolate milk, that is!

10 Months!

I'm 10 Months old now!!   I'm in the homestretch to the birthday, but don't remind Mom of that.  She gets all weepy when anyone  talks about what a big boy I am.  Here I am in my sweet new play area.   36 square feet of carpeted, dog-free, real-estate.   I've got all my toys, and have visual access to my parents at all times.   Having a downstairs full of hardwoods isn't baby friendly, and Mom recognized that I needed my own pad.   Carpet pad, that is.   Grandpa Huffman says it looks like "baby jail."

Ten fun facts about me at 10 months:
1. I'm still not crawling.  I can rock on all fours, but I'm mostly content to stay put.
2. I can play with my toys happily for long stretches.
3. I'm starting to get separation anxiety.  I like to be able to see a parent at all times.
4. I've fully cut my two upper teeth, and just the other day a bottom tooth came through.
5. I'm cheerful and sunny, and like to laugh!
6. I sleep with my hiney in the air, and my arms tucked underneath me.
7. I make wretched faces when trying new food, whether I like the food or not
8. Eggs are the only thing I refuse to eat.  I've thrown them up to prove a point.
9. I recognize sign language for "milk" and enthusiastically respond!
10. I like to read books and turn the pages myself.

Christmas pics!

Some highlights of my first Christmas- My Aunt Sherri even came to see me open my presents!

























I had a nice time, and could really get used to this "gift" thing.   An endless supply of new things to put in my mouth.   Thank you to everyone who sent me things, and thought of me this Christmas!

Santa Baby

I mentioned the other day that Mom took me to see Santa Claus.  There was a lot of hemming and hawwing about taking me in the first place, with both parents being appropriately appalled that it cost $35 for a picture with Santa.   As they should be!!   Turns out, you can sit on Santa's lap for free, but if you want photo documentation, you better be able to pony up some cash.   Want to take your own snapshot?  Not allowed.  You'll just have to replay the precious moment in your mind for years to come.

Before we get into the whole commercialization-of-Christmas, blah blah blah, look how perfectly bored and unimpressed I am by Mr. Mall Santa.   He was a nice man, to be sure.   But the reality was, I had just had two shots in the leg, and a photoshoot at Sears.   He would have had to jump through flaming hoops of fire to get a reaction out of me.

9 month checkup!

Please forgive my mother for not protecting my modesty better. She just thinks my chunky legs are soooo cute, and she wants everyone to see them.   I'm also shown here with a random piece of plastic corn, which has been my go-to toy these days.  There's something about those bumps that feels good on the gums!

Speaking of gums, Mom asked the doctor about me not having any teeth yet, and he took a quick look in my mouth.   Turns out, I am getting ready to cut teeth, and it's my two top ones!   He said that it was almost unheard of to cut top teeth first, and that he'd only seen it once or twice since he had been in practice!  I like to keep people on their toes..  I am currently 21 pounds, and perfectly average on the growth charts.

After my doctor appointment, I had a date with the picture lady at Sears.   I did pretty well, considering that I'd just had two shots, and was nursing a sore thigh.  Then again, these thighs have plenty of padding, and I recovered my composure quickly.   Mom rewarded me with a trip to see Santa Claus at the mall.   She got her photo-op, and I got to tell the big guy what I wanted to see under the tree.    I'm sure those pictures will surface in a later blog post!

Such a tired boy.    I had such a busy afternoon with my Mom, that I did a crash and burn on Dad's lap when we got home.   Dad's lap really is my favorite place to nap!  

Security Breach

I must commend my Dad on his unparalleled concern for my safety.   This "Blankie Seatbelt" is one of those ideas that might have been good in theory, but my wiggle ability was clearly underestimated.    Maybe that ottoman in front was to serve as a fail-safe, should I escape?   Fortunately, Mom saw my substandard restraint, and insisted on direct parental supervision.   Perhaps this is why we are issued mothers?  True, Dad is more fun, but Mom's snuggles are what are unparalleled around here...

Wish List

This Christmas, maybe I could get some tools like Daddy? 

Dad says we only buy quality tools, and this one passed the taste test!!    I don't know who this "Walt" guy is, but he makes a nice drill...