Blimey, how time flies!
It only seems like six months ago that I was yanked kicking and screaming out of 'bellyomom' - and since then I have grown steadily heavier and longer. My stats now come in at 18lb 12oz and 2 ft 4 in - I haven't figured out my collar size yet, but judging by the bibs that no longer fit me, it must be fairly humungous.
Life has been fun these past weeks - I've learned to do a lot more stuff and I'm checking out everything in my domain. I'm really happy that my parental units bought me this science laboratory as it has been instrumental in my understanding in how things work and how they can be controlled to suit my whims.
From this laboratory I am able to study the flora and fauna of my land. I now understand how a mock turtle feels...
... and what a frog looks like really close up.
I have even found a fellow explorer who appears to be trapped in some kind of pool -
He looks strangly familiar...
Not all the animals in my kingdom seem to respect me though. There is one fellow in particular who seems to chortle at me at every opportunity he gets. However, I have a roasting pan and an orange with his name on it (Dr. Quackles McDuckdown), so he will soon learn some respect.
I have also been tasting everything I can find in an attempt to find a substitute for milk (which, quite honestly, is losing its novelty value). My jungle gym has some interesting flavors - on this pole the strawberries taste like strawberry, the shnozzberries taste like shnozzberry!
It's not all work, work, work though. I still find time for some fun. I like to play a game called 'pants down, spit up'. This is how it works. First, I drop my pants...
... then, when everyone is distracted by my gorgeous legs, I spit up on Uncle Paul's head.
I never get tired of that one!
Granny Gill has extended her plane ticket so that she can stay here a bit longer. She seems to think that my alleged parents couldn't cope without her - and I'm inclined to agree. Here she is telling me a highly inappropriate joke.
Let's see if I can remember it. Um, there were these three nuns who had died in a car crash and they are waiting outside the pearly gates when St. Peter comes along and... wait a minute - this is a family site right? I'd better stop there.
So what else is new?
Well, I'm going through a miserable period known in select circles as 'teething'. Kinda sucks if you ask me - however, dad is normally on hand with a piece of frozen apple for me to chew on which is both practical and delicious - so it's not all bad.
I also have a new car seat thanks to mom and dad's freinds, Amy and Mike. I'm not sure that this is the correct placement for it though.
I recently hosted a birthday brunch in my honor, and was happy to be able to recruit some new serfs, um, companions who will come in useful during my conquest of the known world.
I'll leave you with a final picture of me (of course), in one of my new favorite shirts (thanks, jk!). Look at me! I'm six months old! I'm cute! Come visit!!!!
Until next time,