A rained-out performance.

Mommy occasionally holds me on her lap while playing piano. I usually enjoy it, but recently, I was displeased with her rendition of "Memory" from Cats. So I voided on her leg.

In other news, my diaper rash has cleared up completely. And an ultrasound confirmed I do not have hip dysplasia. Hip Hip Hooray!

My YouTube Debut!

Yep, the 'rents have graduated from foisting insufferably cute photos of moi, to foisting insufferably cute videos instead.

You find them here!

Happy viewing!

Turkey Day

My, what a busy weekend! My Grammy, Papa, Aunt Cathy, Uncle Steve, Great-Uncle Victor and family friend David descended on our house for something called, "Thanksgiving." Daddy cooked a bird that weighs the same as me (about 14 pounds), which everyone found high-larious for some reason. They stuffed their faces with all kinds of things, but I consumed a little rice cereal and was quite sated. After dinner, Cathy and Steve sang my baptism song, and Uncle Steve cracked me up. Here are some highlights:

My Great-Uncle Victor is 89-years-old, and a World War II veteran!

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Uncle Steve had me in stitches.

My aunt and uncle are awesome singers, don't you think?

Mommy will be posting these and other Thanksgiving Weekend photos on YouTube in the next couple of days!

Who you callin' a punk?

I have a little soft spot right on top of my head. Apparently, it has a pulse. If one looks closely, especially when I'm eating, it throbs quite unnervingly.
Mommy and Daddy think a good name for a punk band would be, "Naomi and the Throbbing Soft Spots."
Mommy and Daddy have a twisted sense of humor.

A screech owl has nothing on me.

Cooing is kid's stuff! I've now graduated to screeching, squawking, shrieking, babbling and yelling. The 'rents react with statements like, "Oh, are you singing?" and "I didn't know you could yodel!" and "Who let that parrot in here?" Obviously, they envy my lung capacity.

Drool! Drool for everyone!

I guess I must be teething 'cause I'm soaking through about 5 or 6 bibs and/or blankets and/or entire outfits a day. Mommy and Daddy are spending a lot of time in the laundry room lately! My newest trick is attempting to stuff my entire fist into my gaping maw. I'm getting pretty good at it, as you can see.

What a gas

I'm a gassy little thing and can really toot up a storm once I get going. But of course timing is everything, and mine is exquisite. Last night, for example, Mommy was doing prayers with me and I let one rip right in the middle of the 23rd Psalm. Mommy was scandalized, but I'm sure God understands. When the pressure's on, a baby's gotta do what a baby's gotta do!