Puddles!

The weather finally cooperated, so I set out to test my puddle boots. (My feet are just big enough, too.) It was just a shallow, little one in the alley, but it was fun!

The words I know

Ohn...Pitch...Moo...Puck
After "Mama," those are my favorite words -- or at least the ones my Mom and Dad can understand. According to them, those are "Ole," "chip," "cow milk," and "cup."
Listen as I act and talk like "Dada" in the newsroom on his BlackBerry.

Humidity

It has been a humid end of summer here in the Twin Ports. One good measure? The curliness of my hair.

Swimmin'

It has been quite a summer for me. First birthday. Walking. Cake. Ice cream.
And now swimming.
It all started when Grandma Vonnie and Grandpa Bruce bought me a blue plastic pool for the backyard on a fine ("perfect?") Duluth day. I even invited my neighbor Esme over for a dip. And Ole had a big water dish.
But Mom got pretty excited a few weeks later when I charged right into Spirit Lake, Iowa, as I did over and over again recently. Hey, with all my cousins around, I felt like I should at least try out my strokes.
Mom got even more excited when I tried to drink "Stinky Lake."(On second thought, maybe that's why I don't feel so good this week.)

My dog

Besides Mom, my best buddy is a three-year-old Border Collie, Ole. He kindly leaves his water dish out for me to play with/in, and occasionally lets me sneak a piece of Iams. I return the favor by launching choice bits of ground turkey, chips and assorted bits from my highchair. And he's great to ride like a pony. Dad, I want a pony!

A stroll through the living room

Birthday follow-up

Watch the paparazzi sing my praises.