Oh Aunt Pook-Pook, I'm going to BITE you!!

Rawr!

I'll try solids... but only mommy's Golden Spoon

I'm not that fond of solids yet. I'll eat about half of a teaspoon, but then I'm done. I do, however, watch very intently as mommy and daddy eat Golden Spoon (which they refer to as magical frozen yogurt goodness). And I open my mouth hoping that they'll give me some. But they never do - something about the doctor telling them no milk products until I'm a year old. That's an eternity away - it's TWICE as old as I am now! Sometimes, I'll even swoop in while mommy and daddy are eating Golden Spoon and grab the spoon. But they always overpower me and eat the yogurt before I can get my hands (or my mouth!) on it.

Well, this time I outsmarted mommy. I stuck my hand straight into her mouth to fish some Golden Spoon out for myself. Take THAT, mommy. Maybe next time you'll share.

Weekend plans?

I'm just going to hang out.

I like to sit Indian Style even when I'm on my back

It's mainly because I like to play with my little legs. Mommy told me she loves to play with my little legs, too. Maybe it's hereditary.

I don't trust mommy's driving

Look at me hold on for dear life!

mmmmmmm... cake

I'm still thinking about that Princess cake yesterday. YUM. Maybe mommy will let me stick my hands in it later today.

Happy Half Birthday Party to me!

Or should I say "Hap Ha Birt Par t m!"

It was my half birthday, but I had a WHOLE lot of fun. Ha ha ha!! And I didn't want to share my cake (but I did anyway -- because I'm a giver).

I can hardly wait!!

Mommy, what time is cake o'clock?

I like to make myself comfortable while eating

That's why I use the armrest of the glider when daddy feeds me.

Daddy, try my feet!

I've tried them, and I KNOW they smell and taste good! Unlike the big ol' stinky things at the end of YOUR legs.

I have a doppelganger!

What a lucky baby!

Happy Half-Birthday to MEEEEE!

I am exactly six months old! Mommy and daddy celebrated with half a cupcake (the dessert kind - not the ME kind). They didn't share any with me, those meanies. What's a girl gotta do to get some cupcakes around here?!

Turtle rocket: iiiiiiincoming!

My latest trick is launching Mr. Turtle when mommy and daddy put him on my belly. It's like a game of fetch - mommy and daddy give me Mr. Turtle, I look at him, hug him, then pick him up and toss him as far as my arms can throw! Oh, the fun!

Mommy, daddy and I went for a walk today...

And since we don't wear shoes in the house, we left them by the door.

I'm mommy and daddy's monkey

Mommy and daddy say I'm their little monkey. But, like Shrek, instead of saying "monkey," they say "monKAY" (Shrek called his friend "donKAY"). This makes me laugh wildly! So naturally, they stocked up on monKAY bibs for me and let me wear them while eating (an activity they lovingly refer to as "feeding the monKAY"). Oh, so fun!

Happy birthday, grandma!

We are going to have FUN!

My favorite teething toy: mommy and daddy's fingers

There's nothing else like 'em. I see their fingers and the first thing I do is reach for them and shove them in my mouth so I can give 'em a nice big bite. Oh, the relief!

Happy birthday, daddy!!

It's daddy's birthday today! I got up extra early to wish him a very happy birthday.

Valentine's day candy will not rot my teeth!

I love to brush my teeth. Mommy started brushing my little teeth once they came in. I got the hang of it right away. When mommy shows me my toothbrush, I open my mouth, and when she puts the toothbrush at my front teeth, I shake my head back and forth so she doesn't have to work hard by moving the toothbrush around. I'm so helpful!

Four days after she started brushing my teeth, I took the bull by the horns and grabbed the toothbrush myself. Mommy said I did a great job brushing my own teeth - she was very impressed. I can get in all those hard-to-reach areas.

Happy Valentine's Day!

From mommy and daddy's little sweetie.

You people call this runny mess a "solid"?!

I started on solids this week. Well, the loose definition of solids. It's only slightly less runny than milk. YOU CAN'T FOOL ME!!

Big day tomorrow!

Tomorrow is my first Valentine's Day -- I wonder who is going to give me kissies first!

In anticipation of this big day, I put on my Valentine's Day tutu with rose petals and messages of "I love you" in it and the matching heart-adorned sleeping cap (thank you, Christina!) to dance (note the ballerina socks, a Christmas present from Aunt Pook-Pook), then take a nice long nap so I can be well-rested and ready to be showered with a boatload of love!

It's so hard being me!

Better than the Sistine Chapel

Mommy said my hand is far more precious than some old drawing on the ceiling of a dilapidated building.

More fun with Scott

Scott told me some jokes and funny stories. I told a few of my own. We had lots of fun.

And then I read him a book before putting him down for his afternoon nap.

I know you!

What's up, Scott?

I'm ready for this year's Yale-Harvard game!

Have shirt, ready to cheer. Go Bulldogs!

Heeeeeeey, get me out of this contraption!

What the heck?!

I can't believe you people thought you could sleep train me.

Amateurs. I'm STILL shaking my head at you.

Peek-a-boo!

I love peering out from over my turtle!

You're going to recycle that, right?

I thought so.

It IS easy being green, and it's smart, too!

Save the earth -- I'll need it later. So do like I do: reduce, reuse, recycle.

I sleep trained mommy and daddy

Those suckers thought they were going to get me on THEIR schedule. I showed them! After talking to Dr. Nagel about what I was doing and how the sleep training was going, he told them to give up (at least for the time being) and let me do what I want to do. Mommy is just going to have to nap when she gets home from work so she can spend those quality hours in the wee hours of the morning with me.

I told them when they started that they were going to fail, and that they should just learn to accommodate me. When will they learn that it's all about the baby?! It's good to be me!

Babies get bedhead, too

Mommy said I'm even more adorable with messy hair! And, before long, daddy shaped it into a mohawk.

I went to bed at 10pm last night!

And 11pm and 12am and 1:30am and 2:30am and 3:30am and 4am. How do you like THAT for sleep training?! :o)

Yeeeeesssssss...

My plan is working! Soon, you will all be overcome with an irresistible urge to play with me!

How's THIS for charitable giving

Mommy and daddy are trying to put me on a schedule that has me in bed at a reasonable (or reasonable-ish) hour. Pshaw. I've wanted to stay up and party until 5am recently. Last night, I took a few naps and got up a few times for a poopy diaper (more presents for mommy!) and to eat, and was done by 3am. I know, I'm a giver.

Now can someone please tell me how I use this as a deduction on my taxes?

Do I really need to be THIS bundled up to go out?

But at least I'm toasty! And sooo cute.

Aaaaaaaand I win again!

I continued my rock star ways until 4:45am. Mommy and daddy decided to start my new "schedule" today instead of last night so I would at least be sure to get enough sleep and enough food (since I spent almost all day yesterday sleeping instead of eating.

Victory is miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! I have defeated the parental units!

You want to bite MY neck? How about I bite YOUR neck?!

I'll bet you don't think that's so funny now!

I broke mommy

I was up until 5am again. And I totally broke mommy. People have been telling her for months that she needed to just put me in bed and go to sleep -- but she refused because she never wanted me to think I wouldn't have her undivided attention, regardless of the hour, regardless of the circumstances. She called Dr. Nagel today to discuss sleep schedules and how to get me on a sane one. We're starting tonight... or so she thinks!!

I totally OWN mommy. We'll see how long this lasts. And if she even has enough of a backbone to put me on a schedule.

Daddy: my first balance beam

I'm a gymnast in training!

Things I find to be really funny

I spent all last night (until the weeeeee hours) flapping my arms, kicking my legs, sticking out my tongue at mommy and saying "pthsththth" - then I cracked up laughing. I also sang some opera again at 3am -- but I didn't get far in my aria, because I kept cracking myself up. Oh boy am I funny! Mommy wants to know when people stop finding great ways like this to amuse themselves. She's hoping that this sticks with me forever. She said that if people could still entertain themselves by flapping, kicking and making funny noises, we would never have war. She even suggested that I lead the next round of middle-east negotiation talks!

President Obama, please have your people call my people so we can set something up. (Pssst: "My people" is mommy.)

With my new teeth, I can be menacing!

Do you feel menaced? You should!

Here I am explaining to daddy that *I'M* the boss and he has to do what I say...

Daaaaaaaaddy, I'M the boss!

Sheesh, how many times do I have to explain this to you?! I'm the baby, I dictate the rules, I'm the boss!

Mommy, daddy can be so silly!

As an added bonus, frontpacks make great teething toys!

I'm not sure that this is how mommy envisioned me using the Baby Bjorn, but it works for me!

Baby frontpacks are sheer genius!

I get to see where I'm going, but daddy does all the work!