Mom's pretty late on this 7-month post of mine - so I decided to take matters into my own hands. After all I'm SEVEN MONTHS old now - I think I can handle blogger. Besides, she's way distracted lately - something about birthdays and Christmas and whatever - just give me more of that food lady and stop the whining. That's my department.
Anyway - my seventh month has been pretty good. I still like hanging around with Mom - she's pretty cool.
But really, I just like the ladies in general. You should see me work the room. I had the entire Somerville High craft fair in the palm of my hand just by flashing some smiles around. Here I am with my Auntie Megan rocking the "babylegs" that my Auntie Dory made me. I mean seriously - I make this look good.
Mom's always talking about how my teeth need to hurry up and just show up. But so far - they're staying hidden. I still like chomping on my hand or whatever else I can shove into my mouth. I'm still drooling a ton too - and Mom still hasn't gotten the hang of actually putting bibs on me to deal with that. I've given up on her and just gotten used to it.
I've been working on my pouty baby-model look. What do you think? I so rock stripes. And this sitting up thing - that's so 6-months. I'm a pro now.
I like to laugh too - a lot. I love it when people play silly games with me. I find that if I sit around and look cute long enough someone will come over and act like a total fool. It's the best. Here I am at the head of the Thanksgiving table. I totally got Grammy to come goof off with me. I've got her wrapped too.
So have a I mentioned how much I love food? I LOVE IT. And really, I don't care where it comes from - boob, bottle, spoon - it's all the same to me. JUST GIVE ME MORE. Sometimes Mom and Dad let Jeh Jeh feed me. It's kind of fun. But one time, Mom left the room while Jeh Jeh was feeding me. And that was a DUMB MOVE. Hasn't anyone told her it's not smart to leave the 3-year-old in charge of the baby? Anyway, Jeh Jeh went and put the pears just a little too close. I was able to snag the bowl and HURL it across the room. Pears all over the couch. I did it for Mommy though - she hates that couch.
Everyone always says I look like my Dad. What do you think? I'm cool with the idea - I mean I could do a lot worse, you know? My Dad rocks too.
I'm sure my Mom would have more to say - she talks a lot. Something about her going back to work this month... oh yeah - now I spend a couple of days a week at Kathy's house. Kathy is awesome. She thinks I'm the bomb. She holds me all day and there are three big kids for me to watch and hang with. I'm enjoying making my Mom look bad. I never complain there and often take two hour naps. Heh Heh.