Happy Birthday Daddy!

  Today is daddy's birthday!  Mommy and I baked him a wonderful cake, which he turned into a "real man's slice" cake-for-one.  To do so, you bake the cake as one layer, and cut that layer into three triangular pieces.  Then ice and stack each layer, and it looks like just a giant slice of cake...my idea of course.  Maybe I'll be a baker instead of a doctor.  If I can get as big as the Cake Boss, I could still make some serious dough.  Ha ha...get it...make some serious dough.  I slay myself. 

   I chose to stay away from the cake though; gotta' keep lean and mean!  But I did get to play with balloons.  After cake and presents, I took daddy disc-golfing.  I completely demolished him and mommy, finishing way before them...no surpise there.
      My 6 month pictures are already completed!  Got them today!  There are 71, so I'll just post a few now and then for the rest of the month.  Hope you like them as much as mommy does....she literally said "awwwww" for EVERY SINGLE ONE.  That's a lot of "awwwww"'s!!!


Photo Shoot Number 3!

This is me completely conked out after an hour-long photo shoot.  It went really well though....the camera has always loved me, but now I love it back.  Mommy called me some word today....no no not a bad word....it's some kind of food....oh yes!  A ham.  She said I was a ham, which from using context clues, I deduce a "ham" is some one who loves the limelight or something.  I can't help that I was in a good mood today.  I mean gee she complains when I'm in a bad mood, yet when I'm smiley and happy all of a sudden that makes me a dead pig?  (Honestly where did this phrase come from...makes ZERO sense.) However, when we got to my last outfit, I did get rather upset.  Ok I was furious.  But come on I had already been through three other outfits, and then mommy puts a four-piece tux on me!  Now don't get me wrong, I love my tux.  I just don't love it after being changed three times previously in a space of 45 minutes.  However, upon arriving home and taking an hour long nap, I awoke feeling refreshed and ready for more camera time, as you can see.

It's Picture Time Again!!

    Huzzah!  Time for another photo shoot with my favorite photographer.  I just need to get ready.  Mommy already picked out my outfits, but I would have liked a facial and a good whitening treatment to touch up my two-tooth smile.  I guess I'll just wait til everyone goes to bed and get back up and do it myself.  *sigh*  I am also sorely lacking in props...I am dying for that "little red wagon" shot, but I can't find anyone who has one.  You know, those old-fashioned wooden ones, not the metal ones.  Although metal could work if it had character, say, a bunch of rust spots or chipped paint or something.  *Ahem, nanna and poppy, mommy said she used to have one....why have I never seen it?  At least for my 1 year shots I can get some of me in that lamborghini I mentioned before....hint hint*  My photographer wants to know if I have a theme in mind for the shots, but the problem is I'm just such a dynamic guy...I can't be molded to fit one particular look.  I may even spike my hair tomorrow just for kicks and giggles...

Almost There

  I'm starting to get knee splinters from all this practice crawling.  I mean I creeped like 6 inches the other day, what more do you want?!  But I can't stop now, not only is this really important to mommy and daddy, but it will give me greater mobility, which will in turn give me greater independence, which will improve my self-esteem, which will give me a confident attitude, which will help me succeed in school, ultimately gaining me a full-ride scholarship to a top college, which will put me in a better position to get into medical school!  That's right, I have decided to become a doctor rather than a rockstar.  And doctors must know how to crawl...it's like a requirements to get into school I think.  *sigh*  Ok, back to work.

They've Killed Mr. Carrot!!!

  Horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE day.  First of all, I had to go to the doctor for my 6 month check-up, where I got yet another round of shots AND there was a new student doctor that I have never met that took my vitals instead of the nurse I'm used to.  Normally shots don't bother me...I'm a man.  I deal.  But this time....oh buddy.  I don't know what was in those things, but I do NOT feel good.  THEN tonight I found out where carrot really comes from....

MR. CARROT :'(  My all-time favorite squeaky friend!  I made the connection that both he and my new favorite mush have the same last name, and mommy said that is indeed what a food carrot looks like.  And then I understood.....MOMMY KILLED MR.CARROT.  I can't find him anywhere.  She claims that he is being washed because Daisy got ahold of him.  But I'm no baby, I know that beef comes from cow and pork from pig, so carrot must come from Mr. Carrot.  I feel so disillusioned.  I shall never eat carrot again, no matter how amazingly delectably delicious it is.

Carrot-face

This is Carrot

   Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Have you ever had carrot?  In case you haven't, let me explain in detail the amazing substance that this "carrot" stuff is.  It's orange and mushy and smells gross; when mommy first set it in front of me I told her she can keep on walking with that revolting smelling cup of whatever it was.  But she convinced me to take a bite, and wow.  It has this certain quality about it I can't describe...mommy called it "sweet".  I always thought "sweet" referred to my disposition...I didn't know it could be used to describe food, but it makes perfect sense.  Just as I am amazing, carrot is amazing.  Therefore it stands to reason that all other words used to describe me can describe carrot.  I am sweet, so carrot must be sweet.  : )
  Daddy said that carrot grows in the ground, which is obviously ridiculous....it would be filled with dirt if that were true.  (Student doctors....they think they know everything!)  Anyway, I'm not sure how much carrot I consumed...I just ate and ate and ate...I couldn't stop...it was just so addicting...I can't take it....I need carrot NOW!!!!  Ah-hem...ok I'm better now. 
  Not only have I discovered carrot, but I will be sleeping tonight WITHOUT being swaddled.  That's right...I think after 6 months it is time to embrace the wide world as I sleep, instead of myself.  We'll see how it goes....

Summer Vacation is OVER!

Daddy has returned to school. :(  That's why I couldn't blog last night....we were spending one last night as a family before year numero dos of school.  (cue images of sad puppies and tearful goodbyes).  We've been spending a lot of time hanging out the past few weeks, in preparation for this day, including a visit to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants, where I was mobbed by paparazzi.  I mean there I was trying to have a nice dinner out with the 'rents, and they came out of no where and started flashing their cameras.  Luckily, I obtained all their film by threat of projectile vomit.  Geez...people just don't respect family time anymore.  Anyway...today was also me and mommy's first day of school, and let me tell you, what a huge change of schedule!  I mean instead of getting to play in my excersaucer between my nap and next meal, she made me practice crawling!  Ok mom, dad is the one going back to school...not us.  Besides, haven't you heard that "babies are all different; they develop at their own pace" ?  (Although I can of course already walk, but I must play the "infant" routine a little longer for the sake of mommy's emotions.)  Not only that, but she says tomorrow she's resuming her Spanish lessons, and is making me learn with her!  *sigh*  And I was so hoping to study Pathology with daddy....

The Word

So I guess I'm amazing, because I officially let mommy know I am capable of saying her name on purpose.  She's thrilled...I'm pretty sure this has to be the greatest day of her life.  I can't imagine anything topping hearing my sweet voice call her "mama"....Actually I said "awahmama, mama". I was acting a tad whiny because I had dropped my spatula for like the 3rd time, and I was trying to get her attention to pick it up for me, so I turned to her and without thinking called her by name.  I didn't mean to reveal this talent so soon...it just happened.  I guess that settles it - I'll just have to wait til I'm like 9 months old to start crawling.  Otherwise they'll expect stuff like this all the time....you know how parents are.  You do one thing well and they say "Oh well now you've proven how well you can do that, so we expect that every time."  Talk about pressure!  Can I get an "Amen" from my fellow vertically challenged peeps out there?  You know how I feel....