Oma's Back and We're Gonna Get in Trouble!

I told (warned) you in the last post that she was coming to see me.

In the last week that she has been here, I have made some huge strides - literally. I am now crawling all over the place. I have strength. I have stamina. I'm a lean, mean, crawling machine.

I now prefer "adult" food to the baby food. I still need Mom and Dad at meal time, but I am starting to feed myself crackers and pasta.




At first, I had a little difficulty crawling on the hardwoods. Now I'm all over it. Better get out the baby locks for the cabinets, Mom and Dad!



Home Alone.


Here I am back in my high chair. I made a mess out of my spinach souffle, but I had a great time doing it.





We all went out for brunch on Sunday. The biscuits were great, as were Mom's pancakes and Dad's eggs. (This place is also apparently the scene of the crime for Mom and Dad's first date, but I won't go there.)




What do you mean, I'm picking up the bill?


Cardholder since 30 seconds ago (when Dad handed it to me).


Oma is here through the weekend. Tune in for more.