If you bring that big, shiny, black thing closer, I'll give solid foods another try.

...ugh.. five... six...

I don't know but I been told,

this tummytime gets really old.

I don't know but I hear tell,

if this keeps going, I'll scream and yell.

Road trip! Or at least there might be, if I can find the ignition on this thing.

Went to help Phil move today. I wonder what grocery store he's moving into?

We come to the grocery store and get stuff off shelves.

We take them home and put them back on shelves.

Wouldn't it save time if we just lived here?

Now that Mom knows she passed the CPA exam, we can make the house this much lighter.

Today is blatant fanservice for my personal librarythingarian Christine at the ALA. I wore the shirt and everything.

Too hot for onesies.

Chillaxin' with my bun.

Say, Bun, have you heard the one about babyhat?

Mom used to work here.

I'm not allowed to eat any of these things, but they're very pretty.

OMgosh. Farscape is teh awesome. Thanks Enabler Faery!

Mom and Dad have been married 16 years today.

Imagine. If they had me right away, I would be learning how to drive now instead of how to roll over.

(Quilt by Aunt Sandi and Cousin Erin.)

Grabbed my own toes today. Those stomach crunches are starting to pay off.

Mom says this is what happens to the kitchen when you have to make lasagna one-handed. Actually, she said it in an inexplicably accusatory tone of voice.

So, yeah, this 'solid food' business comes in colors. I'm not sure that's an improvement.

Mom says I'm wearing my 12 month clothes now. But I'm only 4 months old, so that should be impossible, unless...

...the clothes came back through time!

Dad says we joined the zombie consumer army with our new Costco membership. Look at all this stuff.

"...and then she said, 'That was no hat. That was my baby!' "

"I don't get it."

Yay! Finally met Theresa today! Finally someone my size, who I have things in common with, who can really relate to... 

...is she trying to eat my brain?

Gah! What is that? This is solid food? 

Thanks, but I would rather just eat my hand.

Aunt Jen was keeping this toy chest for me. It's from Grandma Ann, but she passed away before Mom and Dad were even trying to have me.

How did she know I would get it? Grandmas are mysterious.

Ooohowie! I hate vaccinations. 

Before the pointy things, I had all my measurements taken. I'm 14lb 11oz and 26" (70something and 90something percentiles, respectively).

The urologist says my hydronephrosis is way mild. We just have to pay attention when I get a fever, but otherwise the only thing he recommended was that we get another ultrasound in a year.

(So that's what that looks like.)

You can see calves being born at Fair Oaks Farm off 65 on the way home from Michigan City.

Wow. I never went through this, since they wouldn't let me come out hooves first.

Mmmm...hand!

You gonna eat those toes?

[Guest photographer, Ben; Guest baby, Tobiah]

Aunt Jen babysat me while the 'rents went to see Star Trek. First time ever without Mom or Dad. (Good riddance.) Then they left the camera at her house, so here's a laptop photo of me and Dan. 

We washed my diapers at his house!

(And it, um did something to his septic tank. Oops.)

Apparently Dad's hometown is built on a pile of sand.

Hmm.

Went to the Corner Bakery Cafe a lot. 

Miss, I'll have a latte (hold the coffee).

Okay. It's maybe a little bigger than I originally thought... and loud. Really loud.

I've got to get one of these 'credit cards'. It looks like you get them from waiters...