Nine months old.
This morning during my obligatory photo shoot mom informed me that I have now been out as long as I was in. I didn’t know what she was talking about, and sitting still with a sticker on my onesie is just too much to ask of a mobile nine month old, so…
Sorry, what did you say? Sit still? Um, nah.
That was the end of my nine month photo session.
Good luck next month, mom.
A big box arrived the other day. It was addressed to me, and came all the way from Nantucket, and weighed almost twice as much as I do!
Aunt and Uncle KandK had packed up a whole collection of used toys that are now delightfully new to me! They rock.
I can use this to stand up, whatever it is!
I especially liked all the musical instruments. Mom claims she does, too, but I think I might change her mind after a while.
Thanks, AuntandUncle KandK! Next time throw a little Nantucket beach into the box, okay?
We met our new neighbors this week.
They have really long horns. It wasn’t made quite clear to me exactly what they do with those horns.
Those horns are very large.
And, um, I am not. Bad combination.
They didn’t really stop eating their dinner while we were visiting with them, so they must eat a lot and not find us all that interesting.
But perhaps that is better than them finding us too interesting. I wouldn’t want to get any closer to those horns.
Summer is quick stops at the park to swing.
Summer is standing in the backyard on your new motorcycle, well motorREcycle.
It is good to be a baby. Sorry if you started school today with all the big kids and this post of sheer summer frovility made you sad.
I learned today that anything worth having is worth overcoming great obstacles to get.
There is a little swimming pool that the cats drink out of at the top of a few stairs outside the kitchen. I wanted to swim, too, so I climbed up to do so, much to mom’s pleasure and horror.
I don’t know if it was a punishment or not, but mom then made me climb the huge set of stairs while she pointed her iPhone at me.
The summit of Mount Stair.
Summer is sitting on a bench in the park and eating a cluster of grapes.
And I do mean cluster.
I have no idea why mom went through all that trouble to cut up some grapes into little pieces. That’s for babies.
This weekend we all went up to Copper and Vail.
First we waited at a finish line in Copper for Uncle Anders to ride past on his bike.
We clanged these bells at bikers as they finished. I don't know why.
It was exciting when we finally spotted Uncle Anders crossing the finish line.
He biked 78 miles, which is a lot. He let me sit on his bike, but probably only because he was sick of sitting on it.
Then we drove up to Vail to walk around.
Me, dad, Uncle Anders, Grandma, and Grampy! Just walking around Vail.
Mom told me that she and dad had their picture taken at this very spot while they were on their honeymoon.
We stopped for some play time in the water.
The water was quite chilly at first.
There is nothing as refreshing as wading in a mountain stream.
Well, okay, maybe this is just as refreshing as wading in a mountain stream.
On the way home we had dinner at the best pizza joint, ever. It was a perfect ending to a very long good day.
Beau Jo's Pizza. Apparently it is a mountain classic. As am I.
I finally succeeded in capturing an iPhone.
This is a picture renactment of the great iPhone heist.
But once I got it, I didn’t know what to do with it. So I chewed on it and gave it back.
Mom knew what I had done. Apparently I left behind some evidence.
This could have been anyone!
But this one was rather incriminating.
Silly accidental self-takes. I almost got away with it.
Mom and dad got ice cream cones the other day and thought they would get away with giving me a little tiny taste.
I let them know the error of their ways.
Fortunately, the situation was mended.
And, yes, dad did have to give up the last few inches of his cone. And, yes, I did turn into a sticky mess.
Welcome to parenthood, guys.