So for some reason my mommy has been really really tired lately, thinking she needs to nap every day AND go to bed early every night. I've noticed she has been completely neglecting this blog (again) so I will take it upon myself (again) to keep you all updated on what's going on around here.
Most importantly, I have been walking now for a month. A whole month! In some ways my mommy says it seems like I just started yesterday since she loves to just sit and watch me run around (mostly she likes to just sit I think..), but in other ways it seems like I've been doing this forever since I'm so awesome at it. I actually don't even walk much anymore.. I pretty much run everywhere!
I'm realizing it's okay if mom walks out of the room without me (unless she's trying to make supper or do something productive like wash dishes or something.. then it's a complete meltdown-worthy disaster). And I'm also getting a little friendlier with strangers and realizing I can run away from them now (just do NOT try to pick me up. Unless it's my idea of course...).
But since I don't have much time before mom wakes up and realizes she's the only one napping while us kids get high on Cheetos and juice boxes and she finds up doing crazy stuff like this..
I'll just stick to some highlights of my last month of walking.
Not trying to toot my own horn here, but clearing my own dishes on the 2nd day of walking?
Pretty impressive if I do say so myself..
Don't let my mom try to tell you that I put my dirty dishes back in the clean cupboard though.. details.
Anyways.. when I'm not busy doing chores,
and helping mom get ready to go to town
for lunch dates with my cuz at Chick-Fil-A!
We've been fishing quite a bit
but I'm more interested in checking out the worms.
And more chores??
I like to play
PEEK-A-BOO in the curtains
and wear pretty headbands.
And... what the heck?
(next year's Christmas card anyone??)
Sometimes I try on my mommy's swimming suit
and make my brothers take me for rides on their bikes.
They love every second of it.
Just being cute.