I'm outta here!

Yes, tonight after weeks of rocking, pushing, stomping in place, and faking everyone out... I finally crawled.

The 'rents went nuts! You'd think I'd climbed Mount Everest or something.

Happy birthday, Mommy!

Today, we are celebrating the day Mommy was born. It was years and years and years and years and years and years ago!

Beautiful screamer

Mommy and Daddy shot this video of me flexing my vocal chords. Crank your speakers!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Grammy Bern sent me this amusing shirt to wear today. After all, I am one-quarter Irish!


St. Patrick's Day rocks, but all that celebrating just wipes me out.

Don't mean to toot my own horn...

... but once again my flatulence timing is exquisite. Mommy and Daddy visited a new church this morning, and during silent prayer time, I let one rip. I'm quite sure it was audible to everyone in the congregation. It was one of my proudest moments!

Hilarity with Hats

Here I am, modeling Daddy's favorite chapeau. I am quite the fashion plate, don't you think?

Pucker up

I have this new habit of throwing my arms around Mommy and Daddy's neck, and gnawing on the sides of their faces. They laugh and say, "Look, she's giving kisses!"

What the heck are "kisses"?

My other new interest is playing piano with my feet. I'm getting pretty good at it!

And finally ... I now enjoy rocking back and forth on all fours, doing push-ups, and scooting backwards (see video). The 'rents laugh and say, "Look, she's almost crawling!

What the heck is "crawling"?