Breaking Out The Bottle

A little problem.

Maybe a solution?

Nope!

Mommy saves the day.

But she won't stop taking pictures!

Oh Hannah, it's hard being one, isn't it?

Lately

I can't sit yet, but I am getting pretty close to crawling. This concerns Mommy because I have absolutely no sense of balance. Mommy is picturing a lot of face plants in my future. She says she's not ready for me to be mobile yet. I say too bad, so sad.

I'm also talking a lot. Da da daaaaaaaaaa is one of my favorite things to say. Plus I like to growl. I growl a lot. Even more than I talk.

One thing I am not doing is eating. I drink my bottles, but that's it. So far Mommy has discovered this list of things that I don't like:
- Rice Cereal
- Oatmeal
- Apple Sauce
- Pears
- Peas
- Bananas
- Banana baby Mum Mums
- Corn
- Sweet Potatoes
- All of the above in any combination with eachother

I do however enjoy gnawing on a fry at McDonald's. Of course, as soon as a piece breaks off I gag. Mommy is considering blending some fries to see what I will do. I'm planning on gagging, like I do with everything else.

(Mommy wants me to tell you to click on the pictures on my blog for a nicer view. For some reason they show up on here super grainy. Whatever that means.)

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...