Be very still...you don't want to scare it.

In my ongoing quest to baffle and confuse my mommy, I willingly ate broccoli last night. Plain old broccoli - not pureed, not mixed with anything. Mommy would have taken a picture or video to prove it, but she was afraid that any sudden movements might break whatever magic spell I was under and ruin everything.

Also- I offered Mommy a piece of my broccoli and said, "Mama eat that." No lie.

Self-Feeding

I don't know what the big deal is - utensils are a piece of cake!

I can walk!

No picture just yet -I kind of caught everyone by surprise, but last night I took two steps on my own. And this morning I took five more!

The first time, I didn't even realize what I had done. I was at Grandma and Grandpa Bush's house and Grandpa came into the room where I was playing. I was so excited to see him, and I wanted to go over and say hi. I took two steps all by myself before I grabbed onto a chair with one of my hands. Everyone was clapping and cheering. I didn't know why - I get that reaction a lot.

Once I got to Grandpa, we played ball (back and forth) - another first!

Do Over

It must have been the pressure at the birthday party, but when I got a second chance at that cupcake, I really took care of business.

Almost Walking

I am so close - I can stand up by myself, and I actually took one step by myself tonight (just ask my Grandpa and Great-Grandma).  Stay tuned...

Birthday Madness

What a day! I knew when I woke up this morning that it was going to be a good day.  As you can see in the video, I was in a GREAT mood from the start.

I actually had to be coaxed into eating my cupcake.  Mommy was really confused by that.

This is not the face of a girl enjoying her dinner.

  Without a doubt, more of this food ended up in my hair than in my stomach. (Notice the sweet Alfalfa sprout.)

Butterfly Exhibit

I suck my thumb when I am tired, overwhelmed or a little bit freaked out. (I know, I have heard tons of comments on how it will mess up my teeth, blah, blah, blah - just try and stop me from doing it. Seriously, I dare you to pull my thumb out of my mouth. Do it. You'll be sorry.) Needless to say, all of these little things flying around freaked me out more than a little bit.

Tough Love

I like Christmas.