In order to form a more perfect baby...

Hey everyone. I'm mostly going to do a picture dump on everyone (I've gotten quite experienced with such dumps), but first I want to let you know that I am giving a major speech on the state of America tomorrow. It will mostly consist of the words "mama," "dada" and "book," those being the sum total of my vocabulary at this point. But brevity is the soul of wit, and economy of language is an underrated virtue. In any event, I'm sure it will stem allegations that my primary spiritual adviser is a rancid dog who eats diaper rash cream and hermit crabs and craps all over the house. I can no more disown Monty than I can disown my own rancid dog. End of story.

And now, on to the pictures. I just turned the big oh-one, and as luck would have it, the power went out just as we were about to celebrate with the family. Luckily, flash photography captures what I didn't see myself:


The next day, in broad daylight, mom and dad presented me with a rubber duck nested in some foreign brown substance:


I tore the duck apart and ate it:



And then I ate the brown junk:


And yet the more I ate, the bigger it got!


Freaky. What was in that duck?


I got a number of plastic musical items as gift, but the best was this snazzy hat. Man, I should be a baby model.


The weather got warm for the first time last weekend, so I ventured outside to nibble on some sidewalk chalk:


Energized by the chalk, I ventured down my driveway to our own starting line. Ready, set...


Walk! (OK, so that wasn't my first step. Cool pictures, though.)


The balmy weather was quite a turnaround from a few weeks earlier:


Whuff...


You will be relieved to know that I have inherited my big brother's stellar eating habits, which have enabled me to maintain a slim baby model figure. I do have two weaknesses, however. The bottle, naturally...


And pirate booty. Ummm....


There's still a bit of a photographic backlog that I need to foist on everyone before too long, so stay tuned. Bye!