Catch me if you Can!

I apologize to all for the blog slack. There has been so much happening this month!

First, I can pull myself up on things (video proof forthcoming), and I can crawl!

Then went to Baltimore.....fun. fun fun. (pics to come)

Next I got christened! Woo-hoo for God!

So be on the lookout for many new posts catching all of my loyal readers up on my life thus far!

If you can't keep up, eat my dust!

Happy Birthday Aunt Britt

My Aunt Brittany turns 23 today.

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday Aunt Brittany

Happy Birthday to you!

I love you!

I See Dead People

"I see dead people......"

My mom and dad thought that my attempt at a self portrait looked remarkably like the kid from the Sixth Sense. Actually this picure came as a result of my grabbing the camera off the bed, and as I was trying to put it in my mouth snapped this photo. Good, huh? I am a photography genius! See my use of light and special effects ;)

New Kicks

I am about to start walking soon, I can feel it! On the advent of this new accomplishment my dad went out and bought me a new pair of tennis shoes.

The camouflage says that I am rugged yet stylish. *pop* goes my collar.

Guess What I've Got

For those of you who have not seen me in awhile. I have got two new friends that I have to show you.

YAY! I am getting teeth!

So now when I gnaw on your fingers it may hurt a bit. Bring on the cookies!

I'm Sittin on Top of the World....and a new food update

My mom finally put together my high chair and it is great! I am getting to be a big boy now, so it was time for me to have my own chair at the dinner table. I'm getting used to this big boy stuff

Hmmm. This is defintely different

oooh I really like this. I'm like a king on my throne

My first meal in my new chair was this:



I am not too sure about this room temp pureed meat business. But Dad insists that I get this stuff called protein so that I can have big muscles. Whatever. I can take or leave creamy chicken noodles.

Fish don't fry in the kitchen; Beans don't burn on the grill

My mom needs a lesson on how to brush boy hair STAT. You brush a man's hair front, back, side, side. If I could talk I would tell her this. Apparently, my grumbling and attempts to grab the brush when she slicks it down and tries to give me what she calls a "swoopie"(think comb-over), do not work. Does that even sound right to you?!? Mom, are you listening? What self-respecting man would call anything on their hair a "swoopie"? See end result here:

You have got to be kidding.

Dad laughed hysterically and said I looked like a mix of Sherman Hemsley from the Jeffersons or the Jazz singer Cab Calloway.

He has a VERY PRONOUNCED "swoopie"

What do you all think? Needless to say, I will learn how to brush my own hair at eight months.







photo credit here and here