Ten Months Old

I really have no idea why Hannah's blog always distorts pictures when I upload them, but here we go anyways. (Maybe I'll put some of these up on facebook too.)

She really REALLY wanted to touch the candle.

Of course, the disembodied hand had other ideas.

Her big brothers got rid of the bit of the candle that was causing the problems.

Here she is saying something like, "Oh sure, you're going to let me touch it NOW." Or possibly, "If you people don't back off and let me touch that thing..."

Finally. This cheered her up for a little bit.

Enough that she waited patiently for her first taste.

Awe. Thanks Sammy.

She didn't wait quite as patiently in between her next bites. Faster Sammy!

Luckily, she takes after her mommy, and is good at taking things into her own hands... Er... I mean mouth.

Om nom nom.

Happy Birthday baby girl! I can't believe we only have one more of these month birthdays to celebrate with you, and then it will be a whole year!

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!