
Recently my mother has been complaining about what little I like to eat. I decided to branch out on my own, away from breast milk/formula and Cheerios. Please take note that my father took this picture.

Dad and I
harassed the old dog together.

Reports say that children under the age of two should not watch TV. I do not have a glazed look in my eye! I was not viewing Sprout TV! It's my mother's fault, she has the remote control! No Mommy! Seeing "Bob the Builder" is a punishment. I'll probably turn out to be an idiot.

I helped Mom by crawling all over the groceries when we returned home from Costco. She got a little irritated when I rolled over the loves of bread. What's the big deal?

I think I am getting another tooth. Mother will not believe it until she sees it. My present teeth count are 2. More later. I am going to hit the pool a second time this week since we will be in California the last week of May.