Life Changes

Dear Nana and Pawdy, Recently I have truly enjoyed your gifts.  Yesterday I spent half an hour "reading" the record-able book you gave me.  As you can see I really had to concentrate hard on the book. Sometimes I get the book upside down.  It still plays just fine. I have also learned that it is fun to try and eat breakfast with my feet.  Have you ever tried it?  It is challenging.  My mom likes it because the only way to get me unwedged is for mom to help me out of the chair.  This means I can't try to climb out of that tall red chair.  I am stuck in there. Thanks also for the new tshirt you sent.  Daddy was so excited he made me wear it right away.  Mom got mad cuz she wants to save it for when it fits me right.  Dad says why can't big be the right fit now.   Mom told me she wanted some pictures for you.  So I posed for her.  Do you see the above one had hand?...

 Guest Blogger: Little Man I realize that I am the star of this blog, but since mom has been feeling a bit under the weather lately (I hear she is growing a baby...whatever that means), I thought I'd take a chance to help her out and update you on our wonderful day.  Today was a day I think mom and dad had just as much fun as I did.  This is rare.  I mean they really don't seem to get the wonder that is life.  I mean we have a whole bunch of rocks in our yard, and they are perfect to stick in your cheeks.  This is a blast.  Whenever I do this, instead of joining me, mom starts yelling, "No No No.  Get those rocks out of your mouth."  I really think if she tried it she'd have as much fun as me. Today though they joined me in my fun and only stopped the fun once.  I'll get to that part. First they made me take my morning nap in the car.  They drove and drove and talked and talked up front.  It was boring me so I too...

I have been thinking a lot of about baby gates.  Mostly because we don't own a single baby gate.  That is right.  I have a 13.5 month old son with not a single baby gate in my house.  There are 3, make that 4 reasons behind this.   1.  I hate them.  I hate the climbing over them while balancing a baby move, which makes you feel like you are in some twisted Olympic event.  Every time I try, I hear the sports announcer in my head,   "Can the uncoordinated woman make it over the gate with out falling face first on the floor?  If she does fall will she be able to roll just right so that her baby will not hit the floor too?  Oh she has fallen and is bruised but baby is fine!  Point for Mom!"  I feel like the point of baby gates is to just make me look stupid.  I know there are gates that open but I end up fighting with those too, then I look stupid all over again.  I try only to look stupid out in public.  M...