Hey you. Good morning!!!
Now get me out of here and feed me.
I turned twelve months old on Saturday. At least, that is the number on the sticker that I wore for my final monthly picture.
Mom and Dad said that now I am called a one-year-old. Mom also said it was good there were only twelve months in a year, because she could not imagine making me sit still for any more of those pictures.
It is fun to look back on all the months that have made up my first year:
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.
After church we visited a big sculpture park.
After mom’s oboe thing downtown we visited The Arch.
Then we went to the zoo.
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.)
Also, we visited the sight of the 1904 world’s fair.
Then I got in my pajamas and we flew home.
Thank you cousin Sharon for hosting us on our big adventure!
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?
I am kind of unable to sit still for these monthly pictures anymore, but mom insists that I do. She pulls out all the tricks, offers me illicit items, makes funny noises and even tries to hold me down. Can you believe she thinks she can get away with taking two more of these photos? Good luck next month, mom.
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…
That was the end of my nine month photo session.
Good luck next month, mom.