Sunday swinging

One of my favorite things to do is go swinging with daddy. We tried out a new tire swing this weekend. I was a little embarrassed because my dress kept flying up and there were boys at the park. Daddy says not to worry. By the time he lets me date, when I'm 30, they will forget.

Chomping and crawling

Mommy has been sick so she hasn't been able to help me post. Now that she is a little better I have so much to share! My two top teeth have come in. Now I got me four chompers. They aren't fully down, but they are out. It makes it so much easier to chew stuff, real food like chicken and pasta. You can see the teeth sometimes when I smile, but they are elusive (that means difficult to catch) so I have no photo proof yet. It's so hard to see them because I'm constantly on the move. I finally figured out how to crawl. Mommy and daddy may never catch me for a photo ever again. Sitting still is for babies!

My favorite things to crawl toward are shoes and cell phones. Sometimes crawling around makes me so tired that I just pass out where ever I am, like standing up in my jump-a-roo. Pretty funny, huh.

I'm one tired turtle, as mommy likes to say.

New wheels

I got my first set of wheels. I call her Yellow Magic and she is awesome! She makes all kinds of noises and goes real real fast when you get her going. I'm still trying to figure out how to drive myself. She sure is tricky on the turns. Another few tries and I know I'll get it. 

Me and my Yellow Magic going for a spin.
Thanks Pressmans for the hand-me-down.

Daddy's day

Today is Daddy's Day! I have the best daddy in the whole wide WORLD! Nobody else throws me over their shoulder and makes me giggle or flies me around like I'm an airplane making funny sounds or rocks me to bed like my daddy. I love you. Hugs and wet kisses!

Me and my daddy! 

Germ-a-rific

Allegedly (that means you are being blamed when there is no proof), I got mommy and daddy sick. For the record, I was not hiding the fact I was sick. It's not my fault if I'm so cute they can't stop kissing me.

Freedom awaits

I'm really close to crawling. Really close. I've figured out how to get from sitting on my butt to my hands and knees and then how to move my hands forward, I just haven't figured out how to then move my legs. I can kind of crawl backwards a little, but I just find that frustrating. I've also been working on pulling myself up on things. I can kind of do it in my crib and the table in our living room. My friends that can walk say once I figure out how to pull up that walking is next and then I'll experience a freedom I never felt before. That sounds awesome! I can't wait!

Don't let the smile fool you. I'm plotting
how I'm going to pull my way to freedom.

Foiled! Mommy made me fall, right when
I was bout to scale the crib walls.

Selfie Sunday 30

Summah in Boston is HOT. Oh no. Sounds like I'm getting a Bahston accent.

I'm shivtzing!