First Haircut

Mommy and daddy kept commenting that I had a bit of a "mullet"...ya see, I have a lot of hair...problem is that most of it is on the sides and back of my head. It was sticking out over my ears and while it didn't bother me...I could see my mothers discontent written all over her face. So while visiting G-Daddy and Nana in Florida, we took a little trip to the Barber Shop.
G-Daddy let me sit in his lap and this nice old guy named Tony put a cool little "cape" around my neck. He pulled out a comb and scissors and of course I reached out thinking they were for me...when he wouldn't let me have them, I became somewhat irrate. In the end, I survived my first haircut, mommy got a lock of my hair and I got a bubble gum lollipop and a certificate!

Grrrrrrowl!

Mommy bought me this really cool sweater outfit...check out my

bear ears! I have been making what mommy refers to as my

"snarling" face...I usually do this when I am excited, happy, mad,
well you get the idea.

Bubble Beard

Behold my new look...the bubble beard! One evening after mom had thouroughly scrubed me, I
decided to stick my face in the water (and taste it..gross I know). When I came up, I had the awesome beard of bubbles...as you can see I was quite proud of my new look!

My first Pumpkin

Momma and I went shopping and she let me pick out my very first pumpkin!!!

Here are some photos of me with my pumpkin...he even has two little teeth like me!

Daycare buddy!

I just love going to school! I wake up every morning ready to go and sing during the entire car ride. I have lots of good buddies...there are my older friends Jones and Dawson, they are both 16 months old...then there are my younger buddies, Cole and Parker. Here is a photo of me and Dawson..he gives me hugs every morning!

Get a load of my racoon hat...don't worry it is faux fur!

Gettin' ready for school

Sometimes mommy lets me

pick out my clothes for school

and comb my own hair...who

knew a comb could taste so good?!?

It's my bottle baby!

Hello all! Well my secret is out...

I can now hold my bottle all by

myself. Daddy has known this

for about a month (since he gives

me my night night bottle). However,

my poor clueless mother only recently

discovered this. Now get this...

she expects me to HOLD my bottle

all the time! The nerve! Sometimes

I just put my arms down by my sides

and refuse, but mostly I give in

because I am thirsty.