My eighth month was pretty awesome. The weather was warm, which meant an introduction to the "outside." It is pretty green, including the thick carpet that grows out front. I wanted to eat it, but Mommy wouldn't let me. I tried rocks too. Mom was not pleased. Apparently, they are for decoration?? Beats me! Other than that small, harmless mishap, 8 really was great! Here are some highlights. Enjoy!
First Outside Swing.
Hanging with Dad.
Mommy: my personal assistant (also known as slave).
I pay her well: hugs, kisses and cuddles.
"Here here! I propose endless milk kegs and a buffet of Gerber fruit puffs!"
Bath time: one of the last in the infant tub.
Who's a big kid?!?
"She's maniac, maniac on the floor!"
"And she's dancin' like she's never danced before!"
I was channelling the 80s. How retro of me.
With Dad. Check out my choppers!
First shopping fully disinfected cart.
Check out Target's sock display.
First outdoor pack-n-play experience.
Daddy and a fashion maven!
Oh wait, that's me!
Gang signs?
Conductor?
Toys. Toys. And even more Toys!
Footless PJs. A new thing.
First umbrella stroller. Very handy and fun.
