You would think Mom and Dad could renew their own registration. Do you know how hard it was to get up on this counter? I don't even drive!

New phones finally arrived. I got to keep the box.

Met Carole and Gary for lunch. They're down here looking at college for Gary.

College.

I better start saving up.

When Grandma-at-large Rachel made this (affectionately known as the baby yurt) before I was born, we all thought it would take years to grow into. Thanks to my 95th percentile head, it looks like it fits now. In July.

Some days pulling Mom's hair and crying don't cut it. Eventually you just have to nap.

If I've got all the dipe covers, what're all the other babies wearing?

(Big thanks to the Kleinmartens for most of this collection!)

Dad has a big day of insulation installation, so we stopped at our favorite neighborhood coffee shop, Sip, this morning to stoke up. These are my peeps Jordan and Dillon.

With all the construction dust flying around, they decided to get me a hepafilter.

I haven't figured out how to put it in my mouth, yet.

I'm not a fish!

I may not know a lot about food, but this doesn't taste right.

Mom and Dad had their eye appointments, so I thought I would try on some frames. Flash forward to grade school, eh?

Houston, we have acquired the toes. Preparing for docking maneuvers.

It's tilted down. I've got both hands on. Mouth is attached... Darn thing must be broken.

So Dad's been working on the bedroom ceiling, and... Dad? Dad, right?

My cup runneth over. And downeth my onesie.

...and then, Alligator, when you're asleep, the Toenail Faery comes along and 'Snip. Snip. Snip.' Just like that.

It's an... interesting hairdo idea, but I think knot.

milk coma...

It's not that I mind them moving in to my room so much, but they could have asked first.

Hey, we don't need to put a new diaper on, right? Baby au naturale? Aw c'mon. Curse this cottony prison!

We moved out of the master bedroom today so we could fix the ceiling. Mom thinks it's oh-so-slowly falling down and that evisceration by ceiling fan is a stupid way to die.

Mom went back to aikido for the first time in a year. While we were there, this nice guy Danny taught me a kokyu nage throw.

We've been washing all these hand-me-down toys for me to play with. It seems a bit much, especially since I already have toes.

I get it now. The oatmeal goes in, not on. Do the spoon thing again!

Found this nifty dress in the hand-me-down box. I'm going to be too big for it when the weather is cooler, but I wanted to try it on. (I think it was cousin Isabel's.)

Instead of walking around the neighborhood in the kangaroo harness, now we do step aerobics in this wrap. I would tell you more about it, but... I fell asleep half way through.

Well maybe I don't want the big toy with all the buttons and noises and... dangit!

Testing...123

Our Lady of Perpetual Moistness wishes everyone a happy and safe Fourth.

Ksht. 

No Talking.

Eating now.

Nom... nom nom nom.

Whu-oh. Last time we were here, the car got so full, Dad had to come back for me and Mom.