Baby Olympics

These are my friends from school in our Fourth of July Parade.

Anna, Joanna and Me

I won a Gold Medal!

It's a good thing I'm cute...

...because I'm gross.

Princess Fussypants

I demand that my loyal subjects entertain me at all times. I signal my approval of their efforts by doing the "happy dance." What you see here is a new take on the happy dance, and it is used only in situations when I am EXTREMELY happy. Almost violently so.

This is more like it!

My Splash Day outfits are improving. Mom must be reading my blog.

Dinner is an adventure!

Teething for babies is like pregnancy for mommies. It gives you an excuse to act like a crazy person. I am taking full advantage of my situation this week, and really making Mommy work for it.

On Sunday, I fussed and fussed all afternoon long. Turns out all I wanted was some cereal. The second Mommy put me in the chair to eat, I started doing my happy dance (arms and legs kicking simultaneously).

On Monday...cereal? Are you kidding me? I want milk! What is wrong with you?

Tuesday...cereal again!

On the nights that I do like my cereal, I like to eat it in a very particular way. I like to chase each spoonful of cereal with a little thumb. (Try it-I promise you'll never eat any other way!)

So here's the way my meals generally go: I begin with the happy dance, open my mouth and wait for the first bite. After the first bite, I take a little rest and suck my thumb. Then, when I am ready, I open my mouth and wait for bite #2. Then-this is the best part-I wait quietly for the next bite, and when the spoon is just about to my mouth...I start the happy dance again! Food goes flying everywhere!

When I'm done, Mommy wipes my face off, picks me up, and...BLECH! Out comes the cereal on her shirt! Turns out I wasn't even hungry to begin with! Ha ha ha...

Hey, Choppers!

I have a tooth! It popped in sometime yesterday. I fussed and cried about it, but no one noticed. I didn't feel that it was getting the attention it deserved, so when Mommy got home, I bit her finger to let her know it was there.

Sightings of my little tooth are rare, like the Loch Ness Monster or Sasquatch. Mommy has been trying to get a picture of it since yesterday, but I'm not just going to give it away. I'm thinking about selling the first pictures to People magazine. The money will go to charity, of course...

In the meantime, you all will just have to settle for a picture of me playing in my new jumper. Enjoy! (If you enlarge the picture, you can see a pretty sweet string of drool building.)

I love my Daddy!

Happy Father's Day!

Look what I can do!

Mmmm, cereal!