Sounds Like...

Ladybug

Apple Picking

Whatcha Gonna Do About It?

Resistance is Futile

Play Time

"Mama"

I don't get it.  There I was, standing in the middle of the kitchen talking to my family, when all of a sudden, Mommy just started cheering.  She grabbed me up, hugged me over and over and gave me lots of kisses.

Wish I knew what I said to make her so happy.  I'd say it again.

Guess What I Learned Today

(fake whistle sound of bomb falling)
(fake sound of bomb exploding)
(laughter)

..and I still can't say 'mommy'. But I do have two daddies.

Shoes!

I Saw A Horse

Baby Steps

Yeah, so I've started walking. No big deal. That's just how I do things. I was ready, it was time, so it's done. I figured I had the crawling thing down pat and it was time to take it up a notch. So there you go.

Now, talking, that's a tough one. I'm giving it a good go. I can point at things to indicate interest. I can hold out my arms and open and close my hands to let people know I want to be picked up. But talking is still a ways away. The best I can muster is an "ohh" when I want to say "uh-oh". Other than that it's just squawking noises. Dad says it's like living with a small dinosaur.

Dirt Cake

All these people were in my house today. They kept singing at me. Then, Mommy put this in front of me:

It had this hot flamey thing in it. Ben blew it out for me, cuz I had no idea what I was supposed to do with it. I was confused though. I'm not supposed to eat flowers or dirt, but Mommy took out the flowers and scooped up the dirt part into a bowl for me. It was taaaasty!

Messy:

Messier:

Messiest:

After the sugar wore off:

Elegy for a Baby

The Metal