I tried to help Grandma judge an art contest, but they didn't even have columns for taste or texture.

Mmm. Mashed potato.

See? I am good at this.

It's been quite a week.

I learned how to clap and put food in my own mouth (mashed potato), and got a new soul!

Traditional train viewing at Grandma's Historical Society.

Hey! Hold that train!

Running a footrace at the end of November? What a bunch of turkeys.

Finally made it to the grand'rents... Oh No! More kitties!

Even more fun with macro.

Found the power button on Mom's computer today. That's why we're playing up here.

Put food in my own mouth? I have people for that.

Step 1: Get socks.
Step 2: Wave like flags.
Step 3: Profit.

I don't care if it's seasonal. People will laugh at me.

Went to visit this place because they emailed us to say we were at the top of their waiting list. Waiting list for what, I wonder.

Aah. Sweet bed-napping victory.

*sigh*

And it's No. Nap. Never!
*stomp stomp stomp stomp*
No nap never no more!
*stomp stomp*
Will I nap in the crib? No.
Nap never. No more.

(to the tune of Wild Rover)

It's not funny anymore. I don't want to nap in the crib.

I think you should give this 'napping in the crib' thing a rest. (Hah. A rest.)

Still not napping!

Nope. Still not napping in the crib.

Grandma is getting me baptized over Thanksgiving weekend. I wonder how much trouble I can get into between now and then.

Yes I see that it's made of paper. But it doesn't look like a toilet to me.

Nine month checkup shows me with the following stats:
height: 29", 93%
weight: 19lb13oz, 69%
head circumference: 18.5", 97%

Oh Mom. Again with the olive oil?

Hullo. 'Babygate?' Is that some sort of scandal?

Mom and Dad are excited about the autumn leaves. There sure are a lot of them!

Oh no, Bun!

I fell off the bed earlier, so I know it's scary.

Is this toy supposed to look like something? Because it isn't ringing a bell.

And hast thou slain the 10 hour drive?
Come to my arms my beamish babe...

Good to be home.

Mom and Dad met here at University Theater. I guess I owe this place my life.

This is Wil and Erin. We stayed with them! Wil turned up the bass.

So, Great Grammy, if I put one end on your nose, I can hear your thoughts.