As many of you know, I triumphed early this week.  I am now one step closer to walking, literally.  To top it off, my first step was an attempt to escape Mommy.  That will teach her to try to take stuff out of my mouth.  Victory is mine.

The past couple days, I've been a bit under the weather.  My nose is so runny, I have a green moustache.  It makes it difficult to breathe and eat.  Nevertheless, I refuse to let Mommy or Daddy wipe my nose and I maintain that it is a gross violation of my personal space.  And by gross, I mean gross!  Mommy says I'm teething again and that's why I'm drooling so much right now.  Mommy keeps making me wear a bib
to keep my clothes clean.

Every night around 9:30, Mommy or Daddy wakes me up and feeds me so I won't get hungry and want a midnight snack.  A week or so ago, they tried skipping it.  Boy, was I angry around 11PM when I woke up with a rumbly belly!  I explained to them, in no uncertain terms, that it was a bad idea, and I demanded immediate sustenance.  They haven't tried skipping it again since then.  I think I got my point across.  I'll have them trained yet.

This weekend, Mommy, Daddy, and I are going to visit Grandmama and Grandpa.  Aunt Sarah and Uncle Todd are supposed to be there too.  My goal for the weekend: to not let my feet or bottom touch the floor.  I think with the assistance of Aunt Sarah and Grandmama, I'll succeed.  Wish me luck!