Well, I just turned 18 months old, and I don't feel a day over 19 months. With this new age comes new wisdom, but not, apparently, the ability to use a spoon properly.
Dad is very proud of me, claiming that I am, after all, his own flesh and blood, due to the fact that I love sausages, popsicles and peaches, and hate celery. I like to make dad happy.
My intended sibling continues to hog mum's attention - here is one of the latest pictures of him, her, it...
Looks pretty freaky if you ask me.
My parents are still indoctrinating me with their insidious religion, here is my new ride (courtesy of Aunty Melinda). She don't look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid.
Actually, I rather enjoy this inflatable hunk of junk - and frequently use it during my t.v. viewing sessions.
It helps that Bruce's mum and dad sent me this awesome flying jacket too!
Recently, mum took me to Lucasfilm in San Francisco. There she posed with the most evil force in the galaxy. Oh, and some bloke called Daft Hayder or something.
Actually, I think their brainwashing might be working, as the more astute among you (and by astute, I mean nerdy) might tell from this next picture.
Well, I've got to go. I need to return these new shoes mum bought me - honestly, I think this pregnancy has fried her mind.
Back to the drawing board!