Sometimes Mommy and Daddy take us to these places they call restaurants. That's where we sit down at a table and other people bring us food. Their favorite seems to be something they call Chinese. I don't know what that means. I like rice.

We were at one of these Chinese restaurants one day when I noticed a statue that I thought looked like Daddy. I wanted to tell them about it so I pointed to the statue and said, "DaDa! DaDa!".

Mommy thought that was really funny. Daddy just scowled. They said the statue's name is Buddha. I don't understand grown-ups.

MMMmmm..... Spaghetti

How am I s'posed to eat this stuff?

'round, 'round, get around, I get around...

Yes ladies and gents, it's now *official*....I'm walking! It took a bit of doing, many *plops* & *booms* on my *lightly* padded bottom, but I have figured out that WALKING is faster than crawling! I'm still wobbly, and I haven't quite mastered that your FEET must turn *with* the rest of your body when you want to turn around quickly, but I'm getting better. Right now, I just kinda make a u-turn(chuck a U-ie) if I pass something that deserves closer observation.
NEXT: **RUNNING**

First Birthday Party

Hey, whats this?
Mommy says, "Try some!"
What?
Gimmie a KISS

Happy Birthday

I'm a year old today!

Hey! Dad! Its february. I'm eating real food. I'll be walking by the middle of next week. You wanna update this page a little more often?

Sheesh.

Real food

I'm getting closer to steak. A couple of nights this week when Mommy and Daddy were eating dinner with me they let me eat some of the same stuff THEY had on their plates. Mommy had to mash stuff up pretty good for me, tho, because I still only have 2 teeth. The chicken and potatos were yummy. I didn't think much of the carrots.