10 Months

Hello friends, family and fan!  I'm ten months old, and I personally think that officially qualifies me as a toddler.  Poor Mommy is in denial though - she says I'm definitely still a baby and I definitely need at least two naps a day.  So there's room for progress. 

I've discovered that I have a knack for negotiation.  I find random boring things laying around the house and I hold them hostage until Mommy trades me some super-awesome toy.  Once I found this rectangle of weird green paper with a picture of some old dude on the front.  I was just about to start chewing on it (a sure way to get the negotiation process moving quickly!), when Mommy offered me an awesome bubble-blowing gun instead.  As if weird green paper would EVER be as good as a bubble-blowing gun!

"What, you'll trade me brightly colored plastic for the camera case and cord?  Let's make this trade before you rethink it!"

One thing I definitely DON'T like: cows!  Evil, terrifying things.  I have this horror picture book (why why WHY would they make a horror book for babies?) that has a picture of a cow that says "Mooooo."  When Mommy reads it to me and makes the cow sound, I cry.  It's just so awful!

Fortunately, some books are not of the horror genre.

Other than all that, life is just business as usual: napping,



helping with the laundry,

And by "helping", I mean "pulling it off the drying rack."  

and just hanging around.  I love waving hello - but I don't get those reserved little itty bitty waves most people do.  I much prefer flapping my whole arm up and down like a chicken wing.  If you're happy to see someone,  you should show it!

I've been preparing to play with Uncle Phil when I see him next month, but Mommy isn't very good at taking pictures of a toddler playing with a ball.

Mommy is, however, good at growing eyes in the back of her head.  They just kinda showed up one day at a very inconvenient time:

"Whaddya mean I can't pull down the photo albums?"

Fortunately, I'm training to go into stealth mode:

Batman adopts Superman's style advice regarding underwear

Ah well, I suppose eyes-in-the-back-of-the-head are a small price to pay for endless snuggles.  And back scratches.  I LOVE back scratches.

Easter

That's all, folks!  See you next month!