The week leading up to my six month birthday, I had this pain in my mouth. It made me drool a lot and bite everything. Then, on the morning of my six month birthday, mom yelped when I chomped down on her finger. Apparently I had sprouted something in my gums called a tooth.
I have a tooth but I refuse to let mom photgraph it.
I was really happy to finally be over the whole painful ordeal and long sleepless nights.
Painful gums were getting in the way of my beauty rest.
Then I realized it was only the first of many. Sigh.
Wait. Humans have how many teeth?
So stay tuned. I think I feel another tooth sprouting in my poor helpless gums.
How is it possible that I am six months old already?
Mom says there are still six more stickers left in the package.
She also says that when I wear the the last sticker there will be cake involved. I think I can handle that.
Remember Aunt E and Uncle M’s puppy? She is less of a puppy now, just as I am less of a newborn.
I think it is obvious who is cuter. Still.
I am on the right, in case you can't tell.
Today was a holiday known as Mother’s day. From what I can tell it involves dad taking me out first thing to get flowers and scones and lattees for mom.
I picked out those flowers. They looked tasty.
It also involves dad rolling out grass in the garden and mom taking pictures.
Twizzle had to be bribed to sit calmly next to me.
I don’t know if this is how all mom and dads celebrate mother’s day, but it was a nice day.
I love the new lawn dad planted today.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom. Aren’t you glad I made you a mother?
Grampy got his knee re-replaced. Mom said he had a knee and then another knee and now another knee. Sounds pretty kneedy to me.
I know he isn’t feeling super great, but he certainly looked pretty great.
Grampy is cool. Even if he is balder than I am.
He let me sit in his spit-up bucket. It is something we bonded over.
Get better soon Grampy! I kneed you to haul me up mountains this summer.
Dad has worked hard over the last five years and he finally finished what he set out to do. Mom and I are very proud of him.
Mom said it was a journey that started before I was born, but was made more special because I was born. Whatever that means.
Dad and I matriculated together.
So, on to the next thing, dad!
Go Buffs. They now share an Alma Mater.
The highlight of the last weekend was visiting Corpus Christi. The beach was spectacular, and I loved the sand, the waves and, of course, Whataburger.
We left at the crack of dawn since the drive was long.
We stopped for lunch at Whataburger.
I thought the water was cold at first.
Mom was obsessed with my tiny footprints in the sand.
I loved the feel of the sand. Mom was afraid I would try to eat it, but she shouldn't have worried.
I had so much fun with mom in the sun sand and waves.
I found the whole experience exhuasting, but I would go back in a heartbeat. What do you say, mom?
This past weekend I went with mom down to Auntie Gwennie’s. It was an adventure.
Three ladies, two generations.
We enjoyed the sunshine on her back porch.
Mom goes giddy over this romper and sun hat.
We dipped our toes in the local river that is always a balmy 72 degrees.
72 degrees is not THAT warm.
We took in the sights of Austin, including the unintentional tourist traps.
Rather great graffiti. Notice our matching cowboy boots?
My favorite part was, of course, the beach.
Beach romper, umbrella and the distant waves. Can it get much better??
Thanks Auntie Gwennie for a wonderful weekend!!!