Eat or be Eaten

A lot happens in three months at my age.  So many firsts, but one of them is not teeth.  I'm still a gummy grinner.

Me and this blanky have issues.

At Manatee State Park after my first road trip down to Cape Coral to say goodbye to Aunt Michele the first time I met her.

You relax and let me drive, Dad.

Family Day.  Vie got tons of toys.  I got one toy and a hat.  Why am I smiling?  Because I will get all of her toys one day anyway, but she can't have my hat.

First food: Avocado.

I gagged on it often and threw up.

Got bronchiolitis from RSV and was wheezing.  Mom had left me for her first overnight trip.  That oughta teach her. 

This hat, it is not my favorite.

Why do I always have to be baby Moses?

First carousel ride was with Mommy at Jax Zoo on Thanksgiving Day.

Uncle Timmy and me.  They came up Christmas Day to bask in my cuteness.

It's called a pea coat.

Vie said I was cold  and started stacking kitchen towels on me.

Now I know why they were so excited that I was getting fat!

What's over there?  Touch a Truck Day in Largo, Jan 2014.

With Uncle Mark Jan 2014

I discovered my feet on November 18, and now crank them often while nursing.  If you sit me up I can stay that way, but still can't sit myself up.  I am trying to pull myself up to kneeling and standing and have bruised my face at daycare in an attempt.  

I was blowing bubbles for a while, but now I like saying "Dadadada" because it gets Mom angry.  She keeps saying "Mamama" and I smile and say "Dadada".  It's a great game.   To make up for it, on November 30 I reached for her when Dad was passing me to her.  

I now have a unique cry just for milk.  Mom and Dad think it's funny.  Whatever.  It gets me what I want.