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.

I'm One!

It rained on my birthday yesterday, but I had fun anyways. And I'm not just talking about the cream cheese frosting on my gluten-free (?!) cupcakes that I gently (?!) picked at.
Mom decorated the house with pictures, a banner, a ballon and a giant paper flower. Turkey hotdogs were on the menu, though I passed on the Wasabi horseradish sauce.
I think my 99-cent bouncey ball is my favorite, although I did haul in some musical instruments (maracas, a clacker, a tamborine, cymbals), legos and a couple of books. And I guess I'll be forced to wear that pink bike helmet some day soon.
Grandma Vonnie and Grandpa Bruce joined the party. Now I'm one!

My eating habits

It's easy to think all babies do is eat, poop and cry. We do smile, too.
I favor Mom's milk. It's great any time of day in any situation.
I enjoy everything from avocados to rice puffs. Sweet potatoes, which cover my face in this photo, are on the banned list, as my butt seems to get red after I eat those!

Gettin' skills

Like all babies, I wasn't very mobile for the first few months. I started Army-style crawling around Christmas. But I was always wiggly. And being able to roll over was a big step!

Hair

I was born with lots of hair. In fact, the ultrasound tech pointed it out during a sonagram!
You could say I'm a blonde, but the little bit of red may make it interesting. I can thank my Grandma Bonnie and Aunt Sonia for that.
It's a curly mop, too. My dad had curly hair as a kid; his dad -- Grandpa Bruce -- has some curly hair, too.