Five Months Old

Benny had pop tarts for night snack, and I wanted one too, so Mommy gave me one for my birthday.

Five months old!

Hurry up and blow that candle out guy. I'm hungry.

Mommy figures I can move right from a bottle to teenager food.
No pablum or apple sauce for me. I'm gonna skip that whole step.

Get in there. Ack.
If only I could make my hands work a little better,
this step skipping thing might actually work.

Got it!

Thrill Seeker

I tossed Hannah into the air the other night, she looked a little freaked out, so I did it again. (I couldn't help myself. It was funny.) She looked a little less freaked out, so I did it again. She laughed. I tossed her a few more times and when she kept laughing I brought her downstairs to show Glen. Glen doesn't get to hear nearly as many of her giggles as I do, so he was quite enthralled, and rightly so. I thought the rest of you might enjoy some giggles too, so we took her outside (where the light is better and you can hear her without Ben and Sam playing Nintendo in the background) and I threw her some more. By this point she wasn't laughing quite as much as she had earlier, but you'll get the idea...