Merry Christmas!

This was me doing my best imitation of my bib. Not too shabby, eh?

Honestly, could I be any cuter?

Working nights as a court jester takes a lot out of
me. Mom snapped this pic while I was deep asleep.

I found the book lacking in character development, and the plot was a little thin. However, the book was only four pages long and was about an orange fish. So I'll cut them a little slack. It is puffy though. I like puffy.

Well, I took the leap into "solids". Mom is supposed to give me a little bit of this stuff called prunes each day. At first I didn't care for it, but now, it's not so bad. At least the stuff I can successfully get in my mouth.

It's just mean. Once I figure out how to manipulate my arms and hands all this humiliation will come to an end.

Here I am, minding my own business, when I turn around to find Mom pointing that flashing device at me once again. She scared the crap out of me...literally. 

They still haven't found me.

Happy Halloween! 

Here's looking at you kid.

I love this thing. I also just peed in it. Shhhhhhh. 

Ok - nobody panic, but we appear to be infested by some strange looking insects. I captured one to show Mom and Dad. You aren't getting away from me buddy. You and your purple circle of stinging death. 

Mom tells me this furry thing is partially blind, so I'm going to cut it a little slack. But I clearly do not taste like a cat treat.

They'll never find me.

Hmmm, which part of this thing shall I play with first.......?

Mom took me on my first apple picking trip this weekend. Of course it's hard to pick apples when #1, it's late in the season and there aren't any left on the trees and #2, you are strapped into this contraption that doesn't allow you to move that much. Since I couldn't do much else I at least got a good nap in. Like the hat?

Me and Mom.  

Being Baptized takes a lot out of a kid. I think my shirt here speaks volumes. People kept laughing at it, but really, I thought it was a valid question. 

I was Christened (along with Lila) at Saint Gerards. This was my big-pimpin' outfit, complete with bowtie. I tell ya, fashion and comfort do not play well together. This thing was starched hardcore.
 

I just didn't want to be on the cloud. I don't want to talk about it... 

This was an action-shot taken of me. I was seconds away from escape. Only two things held me back: my inability to crawl or walk and the thing mommy flashes in my face all the time. It blinds me for a split second - enough time for her to scoop me up. Blasted all! 

I think the shirt speaks for itself. 

Me and Mom... 

Dad and I have been practicing our ventriloquist act. Guess who is the dummy in the show? I'll give you a hint: it's not the guy in the baseball onesie. (don't tell Dad I wrote that).
 

The furry thing strikes again. It's lucky to have come yet again while I'm sleeping. Patience my dear furry thing. Patience. 

This was me during the first Patriots game of my young life. I am happy to report that they won, but Daddy says they were lucky and played like poo-poo for the first half. The look on my face you ask? Uncle James farted. I can tell you it was none-to-pleasant! 

I think this thing is broken, because all it does is go up and down. I have put a call into the manufacturer. Although, I did find the yellow bear on the front slightly entertaining. He has little balls in his belly. I call him the Triple-B, or the Ball Belly Bear. Pretty creative for 2-months, eh? 

That's right ladies, please get in line. The chick magnet is officially open for business. 

Just random happiness is all.
 

I was making the bed and next thing you know...