That's right, I'm nine months old, everybody. No biggie.
Taking it easy . . .
I got my first pair of sneakers because Grandma T was tired of me pulling off my socks.
So I just try to eat my shoes intead.
This is what happens when the Walshes babysit me!
She had her first birthday party! I can't wait to have mine.
I had a good time for St. Patty's Day. No green beer for me, though.
Mommy took me Easter bonnet shopping!
My ever-expanding vocabulary . . .
And my agility!
I'll probably be walking for real pretty soon! See you then.