A standing "O"!

Last night, Mommy put me in my crib while she went to prepare my bath. When she came back, she found me standing up, holding on to the top rail. Now mind you, I only started to crawl about three weeks ago. She whooped in surprise, and I immediately released my grip. She then spent the next five minutes trying to coax me into a repeat performance for the video cam. I eventually obliged:

Despite my other advancements, I am still sporting only two teeth. Mommy calls them "Chicklets". That's Daddy's handkerchief on my head, by the way. I love the Florence Nightingale look, don't you?

Who needs high-tech?

I am surrounded with toys that talk, play music, sing (in Spanish and English), twirl, light up, and do everything but start the car.

And yet... my current favorite is this plain, distinctly low-tech, cardboard box.

There's a message here somewhere.

Can't take my eyes off of you

I find cell phones so fascinating! Don't you?

Then and Now

Here's a recently unearthed photo of Mommy when she was just two months old, posing with Grandma Parr. Mommy was very surprised she had never seen this picture before!

And here's a new one of me and Mommy. We're both happy because my scorching case of diaper rash is responding well to the medicine the doctor gave me. Good thing; I was starting to look like a red-bottomed baboon.

Hats off!

Grammy Bern sent me an early Easter present of spring clothes, including this amusing hat. It will be just the thing for those sunny days in Syracuse.... assuming they ever get here.

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!