Nine Months Old

Well, it's a little late but... Hello there!

This almost makes up for you people being almost two weeks late.

Awe, who am I kidding. You made it up for it. Happy Birthday to me!

Eight Months Old

I think I'll let the pictures speak for themselves for this one...

(I think if you were to print these out they would make a pretty cool little flip book.)

Happy Birthday my orange loving Hannah Banana! Mwah!

Seven Months Old

We took Hannah to Dairy Queen for her birthday this month. She had a bottle while we all had supper, but then it was time for dessert. I shared my hot fudge sundae with her.
Sammy shared Glen's banana split. If you look closely you can see his discarded dilly bar in the background. He stole one of the strawberries right off of Glen's spoon at one point.
Wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup?
Wussuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup?
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup?
Wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup?
Good times. (Ben thinks Grampa would have liked his new shirt.)

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.)

Six Months Old

Yay! Häagen Dazs Coffee ice cream! I knew turning six months old would be BIG!
What? You're not going to let me eat this AND you blew out my candle? What a rip off.

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...