I know it's been a while. Mommy has been a MAJOR computer hog. Something about me Aquaphoring her screen and such. Whatever.
Today I turned 15 months old.
A lot has gone on these last three months.
Mommy and Daddy started leaving my toes unwrapped. They said my toes were starting to web a little bit, and so, well, nakey toes for me!
Aren't they the cutest? They're a little blistered, but nothing I can't handle. Mommy says I'm so tough. And my toes are getting a little tougher too with time.
I'm going through a very weird stage right now. I can't talk, but I have so many opinions and that makes me VERY frustrated. See?
Yes, it's true. I've mastered the fake cry. And the fake whine. And the fake tears. And the fake angry scream. I'm a big faker. Still cute though.
These last few months have been super busy with lots of firsts.
Daddy and I made our very first fort...
I got my very first haircut (did not love it)...
I had my very first Easter AT HOME...
I went on my very first Easter Egg Hunt...
I learned to clap (and had a love affair with it for several weeks)...
I wore my very first collared shirt...
I learned to sit up on my own...
And best of all - I learned to CRAWL!
Can you believe it? Mommy just burst into tears when I first did it. She says I'm the cutest little crawler she's ever seen. I'm slow and cautious, but I am definitely on the move. Mommy knows the real trouble hasn't started yet. Just wait until I get confident. She won't be able to stop me.
And guess what else? I've started going into the nursery some at church. Mommy still goes with me since I'm so high-maintenance, but we're getting there. I love to crawl around on the floor and play with all the different toys. Mommy says it's good for me to be with kids who are close to my age. She says that in some cases, peer pressure is a good thing. I'm going to remind her she said that when I'm fifteen.
I've gotten to take a couple trips over the last couple months.
To celebrate my big brother in April, we went up to Smith Mountain Lake in Virginia. I did not love it.
Most of the time Mommy and Daddy spent putting me in the car and driving around just so I'd be happy.
And last weekend, I got to go to my (girl)friend Quinn's birthday party. *Please excuse my Mommy. She interrupted me with her parenthetical addition.*
And the biggest thing that happened in these last few months is this -
Before I got into my "everything makes me grumpy and don't even think about breathing in my area" stage, I really loved to be outside and swing at the park. Most of the time, when nothing else makes me happy, being outside will.
I'm still loving my ball popper, and I LOVE pinwheels.