Gentle Tug of War

So my mom realized in retrospect that this may not have ended well, but my big brother was very nice and we played tug-o-war with his rope toy. There was some confusion about whose rope toy it was, mine or his, but he seems to have staked his claim. It's cool, he has more fun with it anyway.

LLB10

So I know my mom and dad have not entered my stats each month, but I am 10 months old, so we're just going to go with that as the title.
My mom and I went to see Dr. Bogue yesterday and I am doing great, as per uge. I am long (29"), lean (20lbs, 11 oz) and bulbous (46 3/4cm head circumference). Sweet. This all means nothing to me, but I was glad to hear that I am growing "perfectly" as per the growth chart on my file. Whew.
And my mom also had to show me off like a circus animal, making me look up when she called my name, pick up stuff, say "dada" and babbly things, do push-ups, the whole shmoo. Needless to say, I was exhausted by the whole ordeal and took an angry nap when we got home.

I am wearing the shirt my Poppi bought me that says "Sometimes crabby, but always cute" (maybe he found out about the angry nap (not that he hasn't seen his share!) or the pain that my my third tooth has caused, it popped up over the weekend).

Who's This Guy?

So my dad has the kind of job where he needs to be fitted for a respirator every once in a while. I have no idea what this means or entails, but apparently it requires that he not have any facial hair, as to not interfere with the seal of the respirator. And also, my mom has really gotten attached to the beard, so this was the agreed upon facial hair style until the beard is allowed to grow back in to its glorious state.

Happy Mother's Day!

Here I am, mugging* for my mom on Mother's Day. My dad and I served Mom some lox and cream cheese and had a good time. Then, we went to Grammy and Poppi's and had some more salmon and good times with Aunt Carrie. I was glad to see my mom so relaxed and having a special day, all because of me!

* This is my new smile I made up, I think of it as the "adorable troll baby" smile.


This is me crawling around before we had dinner with the family, wearing a ridiculously expensive and borderline weather-inappropriate dress. It was a clearance item and my mom bought it for me when I was two months old. And I do not think it will fit me in another month!

The Day Before Easter and then Actual Easter

Almost forgot this one. This was the day before Easter with my Great Grandma Collins. I think I may soon be too big for her to hold, since I am like 1/4 of her body weight--JK! But for real, I am getting to be big and solid, which can be a lot for her :) but we still had fun.

And here is the last photo of me in the infamous wig. Aunt Carrie and I were having a photo shoot on actual Easter. We had a delicious roast chicken that my Mom and Dad made. Good stuff.

Actual Footage: Crawling

So after a slow start of hand, hand, foot, foot mixed with some baby yoga, I am now crawling. For real. I never quite scooted on my belly and never really rocked, but now I am off and running--look out.

Baby gates necessary and there are plenty of P.B.I.'s that I have yet to find ;)




Emily--if you are looking at this, yes, that is Chilly....Good thing I picked him out of the selections!

Grandma Nennie Comes to Town!

This picture sums up my week with my Grandma Nennie. Blondes having some fun!


Grandma Nennie and Grumpy came to visit over April Vacation and we had a blast! We hung out and practiced crawling. Grandma was my substitute nanny for the week, so my Poppi got a break. Grandma and I had a lot of fun and I was sad when she had to go home.


I was the Garden Forewoman while Grandma and Daddy did garden work. They moved some day lilies and other plants from the back garden to the front where they would get some much-needed sunshine. I monitored their work from my blanket and took notes ;)


And here is photographic evidence that Grumpy HAS held me. You saw it here, this is not a hoax.


I can't wait to see them again at my birthday party when I turn the big O-N-E.