That's who I am . . .

In case you were wondering!

Visiting Soren.

I like to visit my friends.

These are some of my friends - they are watching me.

And I am watching them.

This rocking horse was a good investment.

I might be a cowgirl.

I might be an accountant.

Or I might be a designer.

Mommy is teaching me.

I am a quick learner. I'll be taking pictures in no time.

I don't know what this is . . .

It has a lot of little silver holes for me to fit my fingers into . . .

Brush, brush, brush, scrub, scrub, scrub.

This is me brushing my teeth. Mommy says it is important to keep them clean.

Good Morning!

Cherrio!

Like a Teddy Bear . . .

This cold winter air makes me sleepy.

Grandmommy!!! Can I come live with you?????

It's toooooooo cold here -

and look at what Mommy likes to do with me!

I did not like this!

Thank goodness we left after 10 minutes when Mommy was convinced I was not enjoying this at all.

Why yes, as a matter of fact . . .

.....that is a rooster in my pocket."

I have a mountain to conquer.

I did it!

At first I wouldn't let Mommy see my teeth - I was afraid she was going to take them.

But now I know she is not going to take them. Can you see them?

Learning to walk is difficult at times. I fell.

But Mommy comforted me and I felt better.

I think this is my very favorite toy.

I like to come here and visit my horse all the time.

Playing with some of my favorite toys.

Grandmommy gave me both of these.

This is me and my Pop; he is feeding me yogurt.

I might like yogurt.

Having fun with my Daddy!

Daddy is dragging me around the kitchen, singing "Ghost Riders in the Sky."

I am not very tall yet.

I can stand up tall under the table - but it is a tall table.

Can you spot me in this big room?

That's me in the yellow bathrobe.

My hair is long enough to comb.

I've been letting it grow.

and Spiggilly Biggilly Boo . . .

and Piggilly Wiggilly Poo. That's what Grandmommy wants to sing everytime she sees my picture. Sometimes she just can't help herself - she has to write it too.

Are you trying to frame me, Mommy?

Nice job.

Cutting teeth can be such hard work.

But I'm getting them.

Look at me! I'm standing all by myself!

I know I can do this. I really want to start walking by myself.

Fun food.

Teething toast for lunch and beets for dinner. YUM.

I might be an Eskimo.

I certainly will have trouble practicing my walking in here, though.

I am very ready to learn to walk.

Even though I am only eight months old.

BOING, BOING, BOING ....

BOING, BOING, BOING . . .

Happy New Year!

And here I am eating my turkey dinner. There will be lots of napping later.