Thursday, January 13, 2011

International Date Line

Monday morning brought my first glimpse of snow.  Man is that stuff bright, cold, wet, odd, etc.  Mom and dad wouldn't let me play in it like the doggies get to, but they did let me hold my first snowball.  Dad was supposed to start a new in town project (yea no travel!) but it got delayed for a few days so he's starting on Wednesday instead.  Regardless, I think he's home for at least awhile anyways.  Monday night we shared a nice home cooked meal (thanks mom) and I got to sit at the table.  Mom and dad dined on some good looking pork chops and mashed potatoes, but they subbed out some sweet potatoes and cereal for me.  During the meal the parents (henceforth known as the 'rents) would occasionally laugh at me and mumble something about how I stare like a hawk when people eat.  They finally decided I'm big enough that they needed to put together my high chair.  Dido got this for me as a gift, but it's been sitting in the box it came in since before I was even born.  I'm pretty pumped to have yet another thing to drool all over and chew on.  


At some point earlier in the week, I must have crossed the international date line on the way home from school because I've taken to poo'ing in the middle of the night.  Let me tell you, waking up to find your diaper full of crap is not pleasant.  Tues night it happened at 4:45am, Wed night it was at 11:45pm and Thurs night at 12:45am (the waking part as I can't tell you exactly when the off-schedule up poo occurred).  I can tell from the look on mom's face when she comes in to change me that she doesn't find it as amusing as I do.


Dad always talks about how it's a developmental milestone for me to put my feet in my mouth so I wanted to make sure and get it documented in the pic below.















Early attempts at feeding myself have been unsuccessful.  You can't blame a girl for trying though.
















Dad thinks it's funny to do voiceovers on my video.  Mom says creepy is the more accurate descriptor:


Getting ready for bathtime:

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