Keep on keeping on!

I know, I know, I haven't been a very good baby blogger these days.  Ever since I turned one, I'm a very busy little boy.  I can't be bothered with things that don't involve eating, climbing up and down the stairs, and playing with the vacuum, in that order.

To give you a quick update on my life, I have a mouth full of teeth, I got my first hair cut, and I started to officially walk on my 15 month birthday.  (My mom was worried that at my 15 month check up, she would have to tell Dr. O that I wasn't walking yet.  Dr. O said I was "perfect" and didn't need to come back for 6 months).  

My current interests include:

Harry, my Cabbage Patch doll. I love him.

Slapping pumpkins like my uncle slaps da' bass.

Walking and walking and walking and walking and walking.

Weightlifting. 

Farm animals!

Apples. And yes, we maybe had to pull over on the side of the road because I am way too little to be eating those apples unsupervised.  Thanks Mom.... (Please note that Harry also likes apples).

Playing in the sand and on the slide!

Pinatas!  This is a bonus picture from my birthday, since I didn't blog about that fun day.

Pants are overrated

Flannel shirts, however, are not!

When you wake up in the morning, it's quarter to five...

...And you just can't wait to come alive, you brush your teeth!

Tiny Bubbles

So I turned one last week and apparently that is a very big deal.   (I will post more about that later).  We closed out the weekend with an impromptu pool party.  I can't think of a better way to spend my Sunday than in the pool with my dad.  He is the funniest person I know.

Hoops

Just another day at the gym, slam-dunking shredded Kleenex.

Shake what your mama gave you!

And Then There Were Teeth

My doctor told my parents that they teach two things in medical school - "green poop is normal" and "everyone gets teeth."  This whole hard-object-ripping-through-soft-tissue-in-my-mouth thing is not cool. NOT COOL.  In all of my ten months of life, I've never experienced something so painful.  Oh wait, maybe there is one thing....

You would never guess from the look on my face that my mouth hurts. What can I say, give me Cheerios, bananas, and some pureed chicken and I forget everything else.