All in a day's work

Grandma and Grandpa Thomas came to visit today. We had a great day full of fun and playing while mom and dad did some work in the yard prepping for the remodel. I helped out for a bit rearranging some dirt, but mostly just watched from inside and banged on the windows.

Before...

After.

I've got a cold, but it hasn't got me down

I have a genetic disposition to nap-overs. As you may know, this is like a hangover, but from a nap, not booze. Just as crippling, so I am told. With my little cold and a two-hour afternoon nap, I wasn't feeling fresh-as-a-daisy upon waking.

Dad tried to cheer me up.

Finally, success: a smile.

I've just been a bit sniffley the past few days, and, nap-overs aside, I'm still in top form. Let's see, first I rocked out to some strange Canadian AM-rock station I found on Dad's alarm clock.

I chased Stella away, burped, and attacked the camera.

Watched the Oscars, enthralled, and mindlessly ate Pirate's Booty. Strangely, I've never paid any attention to TV before. It must have been the dazzling singing and dancing spectacle of the opening number. I DO love to dance, you know.

Finally, what's a cold without nose blowing? I gave Mom and Dad the message that I needed to blow my nose by unrolling an entire roll of toilet paper in the living room. Naturally, this followed.

Safety first

Valentine's Day, Uncle G's b'day, and gymnastics

The weekend began with a Valentine's Day party for my pals and me. Mom made heart-shaped cheese slices. Don't ask me why, but shaped cheese just tastes better. Lots of hugging and kissing, as per usual with this crew. From L to R: Jack Attack, Carson, Mia, and TJ.

Saturday was also Uncle Geoff's birthday (#21, dude) so we took him out to breakfast at the Southern Kitchen in Tacoma with Auntie Kath. I satisfied my recent hankerin' for southern food with a fried catfish and grits, y'all.

We saw G's house at UPS and Mom and Dad got nostalgic all over everything. Boring.

Goofy picture!

Capping off the weekend was my newly discovered love of balancing acts of death-defying skill. Particularly when standing on my Tigger plane. Let me demonstrate, and excuse the brief hair-brushing pause.

Don't mess with this dude

I am fierce! Like the dinosaurs on my jammies!

Who want's to hear some baby laughter?

Does the scarf make me look as fabulous as it makes me feel?

New shoes

Now that I am one year old there are lots of things I can do, including sitting forward in my car seat, gambling at casinos, and wearing hard-soled shoes. Here I am modeling Chuck Taylor Converse.

I'll admit it, though, I'm a bit wary of these hard-soled things. They feel a little hard SOULed, too--taking away that organic feeling of foot touching Earth I get with my moccasins. I'll get used to it soon enough, but let's just say I'm a bit suspicious for now.

13 Months Old!

Happy birthday Great-Grandma Larson! And happy 13 month birthday to me!

Bath time is my favorite these days. Striking a quick pose while dad gets the bath ready.

Ready... set...

Go! Splash-o-rama.

Yikes - teeth!

It's tough to get me to sit still for a photo these days, so this is a rare capture of Mom an I both looking glamorous.

And how about these chompers? A bit of a gap--thanks, Dad.

The chase is on.

One of my favorite things to do is to have Dad walk around the house and let me turn the light switches off and on. So fun.

Being one

Went and played at the park over the weekend. Since danger is my middle name, naturally my favorite place to be was at the end of the slide.

Watch me use a grown up fork all by myself (nearly)- and to eat rice no less! What talent! I can also blow on hot food to cool it off. It actually doesn't matter if it is hot or not, I just like to blow on the food.