Grandma likes clean windows. So, don’t put your sticky baby hands on the window. And especially don’t put your sticky baby hands on the window while she is cleaning it.
She WILL make you clean them.
I promise I won’t do it again, Grandma.
At least not while you are watching. Or have a squeegee and sponge in your hands.
Mom thought I was getting another tooth.
I was drooling and chewing and not sleeping.
Then it got worse.
Turns out I got four teeth all at once.
The ones on the bottom surprised mom.
But now that’s behind me, and my eight snaggly teeth and I can get back to happy times with ducky. Oh and mom. And dad. And Twizzle.. and..
Mom, Grandma and I went to St. Louis this weekend. Mom had some oboe thing, but we made it into a big adventure.
It was a very fun weekend, to which this photo diary will attest:
We flew on a plane to get there.
I made sure mom knew about water landings before take off.
After church we visited a big sculpture park.
This is made out of old oil barrels. Nice photo bomb, grandma.
This is a big deck of grating. It isnt a good place to drop your cookie, I learned.
This is a wall of giant metal buoys from the ocean.
After mom’s oboe thing downtown we visited The Arch.
It is too big to fit in one picture.
Then we went to the zoo.
There are elephants at the zoo. I love the zoo.
Mom said this is the only ape she has ever seen not do something innapropriate.
The morning before we left, we visited the art museum. (It was full of big echo chambers, which are perfect for shrieking in. You should try it sometime, but not when mom is around, because she gets annoyed.)
This is a modern piece of art, just like me.
Also, we visited the sight of the 1904 world’s fair.
This was mom's favorite site.
Then I got in my pajamas and we flew home.
I got my own seat.
Thank you cousin Sharon for hosting us on our big adventure!
Grandma and cousin Sharon. Both very nice ladies.
Mom made me this costume for Halloween.
Orange tutu pumpkin baby.
But she also made this costume for herself.
Orange tutu pumpkin mommy.
I hope she doesn’t wear a matching costume every Halloween. That would be embarrassing.
I love Mexican food.
In honor of my eleven month milestone yesterday, allow me to brag a little about all the things I have recently learned to do… (besides standing, of course, because I have still eluded mom the shutterbug with that trick.)
I can sit on a chair.
I can play rather forte on the piano.
I can play on the big playground structure and scare mom by going headfirst down the big tunnel slide.
I can be trusted to hold an egg without breaking it.
I can eat while holding a spoon.
Yup. I am capable of some pretty fantastic things. So, now can I have my own iPhone, dad?
I am officially eleven months old. I have five snaggly teeth, I can stand on my own, I can do three words of baby sign, I love rubber duckies and my favorite song is Rowan Rowan Row your boat.
I demand a giant duckie party next time I have to sit on this chair with a sticker and a smile, okay mom and dad?
Perfection.
This picture says it all.
I recently discovered a new trick.
Ta da.
Standing without holding on to anything.
Ta da.
My favorite part of this trick is how mom shouts “ta da” every time I do it… then she scrambles for her camera and I sit down before she can get a good photo.
Now that dad has his big job down in the big city (go dad!), mom sends him pictures of me all day.
I think she takes pictures of mundane things, but they are so obsessed with me they don’t notice.
For example, here are the pictures and accompanying text mom sent to dad last Thursday…
“Got our sick kiddo a pink bouncy ball at Safeway while our tire is getting fixed. Just because.”
“Looking at used books….”
“Board books at the used book store! Score!”
“Look who we found on the street and followed to Qdoba”
“Been asleep for two hours now. So glad.”
Really. Those were the highlights of the day my mom chose to communicate. Sigh.