One and Not Done

Got that one over with that was tough being carried all the time, people feeding me, giving me whatever I wanted with the slightest whimper of my voice. Man, life is good. I turned numero uno on the 30th of May and I haven't looked back. I started truly walking the day before my birthday and as a present, my mom got me a baby gate. Can you believe? Trying to keep me locked up, well, actually, she's trying to keep me from climbing the stairs; which I do very well. Much has changed since turning one. I've learned that Whole milk is much more difficult for my bowels than formula and that table food is way better than strained peas; especially my mommy's pancakes and eggs. I'm also learning to talk. I can say mommy whenever she enters the room. I can also say dada when I want my daddy to look at me. I can also say baby when I'm looking at a baby or looking in the mirror. Well, that's about all right now. Check out the pictures of BJ when he went to the Kindergarten prom at A.W. Brown Elementary School and I'll talk at you later.