Grandpa is so much fun!

Grandpa came to visit me. We always have so much fun, but he wore me out.

Sleeping like an angle (with my butt in the air, as always!)

Early mode of transportation

I may not have perfect form, but I can definitely get from one point to another. This is just a short demo of my new accomplishment.

I love playing with the giraffe, and especially dancing to the music.

It's my party!

I had a great party and thanks to all who came to help me celebrate!

My birthday cakes and balloons.

Daddy and me with our birthday hats on!

That cake sure looked good! But I didn't like they way it felt. :(

Showing off my "birthday suit" and bib.

Grammy, me and Gamma

The happy family!

ONE YEAR OLD!

One year old! Can you believe how time flies! At my one year check up, I had lost some weight since I've been sick and not eating. I had made it up to 19 lbs 2 oz, but am back down to 18 lbs even now. I'm 27 3/4 inches long. I am back down in the 5th percentile for height and weight for my age. I have my daddy's head though and am in the 50th percentile for my head circumference.

I've started "army crawling" a little to help get around so I don't have to roll all the time. If you help me stand up, I can hold on for a short time. I've started eating table food for most of my meals.

Look Mom! I can stand and hold on by myself.

Always happy! I love to play with my new toys from Christmas.

Vroom! Vroom! This police car is so much fun!

My one year portraits.

Make a wish!

My first Christmas

Could I have possibly been this good? I think so! I made many miles, saw family members I hadn't seen in a while and met new family members I hadn't met yet. It could have only been better if I hadn't been feeling bad still.


My in front of our Christmas tree.












WOW! Santa came through for me







Being spoiled by Uncle Doug






I love my sock monkey!

Who should I call?

My first visit with Santa

Like every good boy, I had to go plead my case with Santa and tell him how good I've been. I wasn't too sure about him, though. I stayed long enough to tell him everything I wanted, and then I wanted Momma and Daddy again.

11 months!

I'm 11 months old! Why crawl? I can get anywhere I want to go rolling. And boy, I can go places! I've had my first bout of sickness and had to start taking breathing treatments.