I went for my nine-month check-up today -- The doctor said I'm just under 18 pounds and just over 28 inches long. She also said that developmentally I'm around a 10- or 11-month-old, but in terms of cuteness I'm years ahead of other kids my age.
Dad tells me this happens every year, but it's the first time I got to see it. So, when do I get to eat some Buckeye cookies?
When Mom said we had to pack up for our trip to Grandmom's, I didn't think she meant this.
I can think of 59 different reasons why it's gonna be fun showing off my Eagles coat at daycare today...And now, Jonathan offers his commentary on the president's visit to the Far East and its ramifications for a long-term solution to the domestic trade imbalance:
Dad's note: Good stuff. I particularly like that he filmed the whole thing "left to right" as a bitter cut at the partisan nature of debate in Washington these days. Very clever.
That's me with him about seven months ago, when I was six weeks old. I crawled over to the couch to check him out today, and you'll never guess what I discovered:
The bear got smaller again! It seems like every month he shrinks a little more. I've got to talk to mom and dad about feeding him better.
I don't get it, Mom. What do you want me to do with these little things?
Put it in my mouth? Why? And what's a rice puff?
Like this? But I ... ooooh, that's good.
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