First upside-down Monty kiss (at least as hot as the one between Tobey McGuire and Kirsten Dunst in Spider Man, eh?)...
First hair grab (Daddy says I may not be able to do this for long)...
First switched-head mix-up with my big brother...
First reading session with my big bro (although frankly, what's the point of patting a fake cat in a book when I have the real thing?)...
And, crucially, my first baseball game. The boys in the family gave me some pointers, since I'm definitely an unseasoned rookie:
"The guy throws the ball and the other guy tries to hit it." Thanks for the primer, doofus. I need to know the nuances here. Explain the infield fly rule, or at least the proper position the third baseman needs to be in when he anticipates a suicide squeeze play.
It was a hot day at the ol' ballpark, but I had ways of keeping cool:
Yes indeed, this is good on the gums. And what do you say this treat is called?
Not sure what happens after the first twenty minutes of a baseball game:
By next week, I may be able to report my first knee scuff marks, as forward motion is imminent. Look out, parts-of-the-world-that-are-less-than-a-foot-high!
I've also been doing some serious growing, notwithstanding the serious puking I've been doing on Mommy & Daddy (see here and here for the general idea). My legs are now long enough that I can deliver a swift kick in just the right place if Daddy goes too fast when we're walking Monty:
Seriously, I can really nail him. This picture is not staged.
Today was Daddy's last day as my full-time paternal figure before he is taken away from us by the demands of big firm life. We celebrated by taking a boat ride on the river with Char the Great. She's pretty goofy:
Talk to y'all when I start to crawl!
