Wow! I am so important, they named a tropical storm after me!

Read about me here.
here
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Aren't I cool??

Please don't save these photos to embarrass me when I am 14, but here I am in the buff and having a fabulous time!!

Close your ears if you are squeemish, but I had a bit of a battle with diarrea a few days back, so I got quite a sore bottom.

Mommy decided it would be best to air me out for a while. I thought this was a great chance to enjoy some freedom!

First, we played on the changing table a bit . . .

I liked grabbing the camera . . .

Mommy thought I was pretty darned cute, so she stole some kisses . . .

And who wouldn't think I am adorable? I mean, look at me!!

I really like stretching out and enjoying this!!

Okay, Mommy, not so much!

So, this is where I started to sing and flap my arms around! I love being silly with my mommy!!

I also like to kick! What fun!!

What will my crazy Mommy think of next? Oh no! Not the bathtub!! Stay tuned . . .

My grandma McClanahan has come to visit. Will the craziness never stop??

I think things are fine as long as she doesn't try to hold me!

Maybe if I read this book she'll ignore me.

I have a feeling that isn't going to work! Somebody save me!!

Mommy and Daddy picked up some new toys for me!

They sure are a lot of fun! Come and take a look at me playing with them!

Mommy and Daddy stopped by the mall on the way to pick up my Grandma McClanahan from the airport. The wound up buying two new toys for me, and I think these toys are great!!

First, though, Daddy had to put one of the toys together.

Be careful Daddy! Are you sure you have read the instructions?

Okay! I am bored now!!

Finally, he gave me the toy.

Psst! I think Daddy is secretly jealous of my new toy.

Anyway, this toy is great! I can stand and play music.

Do hear that? I am a DJ? I am, like, MCMc or McLili or something.

I make great music, so now it is time to sing!!

Yeah, this is way better than that toy they picked up at the yeard sale for a dollar!

Tee hee!

Have you noticed that I have started to move? This toy helps me walk across the room because I use it like a walker. I just drag it where I want to go.

Here, for example. This looks like a fun place to go!

And just when you thought I had enough toy fun, Mommy and Daddy whip out another new toy. This gig rocks!!

Thanks Mommy!

Can I have your toy?

That camera looks like a lot of fun! But not as much fun as my new toys!!

I love to play with my books! Read more about me trying to read . . .

Mommy and Daddy like to read to me, but being the little independent girl that I am, I prefer to read to myself, thank you very much!

Books are fun to play with and look at. Mommy and Daddy even gave me a tourist book while we were in Sweden. Unfortunately, it was in German! Hello, people! I can't even read English yet and you want me to understand another language?

Mommy keeps insisting on helping me with the books. Yes, that's a book. Here . . .

I will read one to you Mommy! Here it goes . . .

"Da da da da brrrrrrrb! The end."

Mommy and Daddy think they can get a picture of me with my 2.5 teeth! Ha!

When they saw that my top tooth was poking through, my crazy parents decided they should take a picture of me smiling before any more teeth came in to capture that two-tooth smile. We will just see about that!

First, they thought they could just tickle me to get a picture. I don't think so!

Foiled again, you pajama-wearing loony!

Hey, wait! This is fun!

After that method, Daddy tried just opening my mouth by squeezing my cheeks. Sometimes, this "primes the pump" and gets me to smile.

Not this time, bucko!

This humiliates us both, Daddy.

Finally, he completely gave up and just started hanging me upside down. How is that for parental abuse?

No! Stop!

Hey! This is kind of cool!

I see you Cosmo!

Whee!

I think I won! Did you see my teeth?

Also known as the Breastfeeding Nazis, this mad gang of ladies really know how to party!

Once a month, Mommy takes me to someone's house where a bunch of babies and their mommies get together and discuss my favorite topic: booby!

Here is one of the La Leche leaders, Mary. She helped Mommy out a lot in the beginning when one of my, oops--I mean her, boobies got sore.

This is the other La Leche leader, Kim. She was also really helpful to Mommy. She even encouraged her to use the sling (see photos from the Aquarium).

I like to play with the new toys people have while Mommy and the other mommies talk about booby.

See how I am concentrating so hard on the discussion?

I even try to participate in the conversation. I mean, who knows more about booby than me??

But the best part of these get togethers, is the big party all of the babies get to have.

Hey kid, this is my show! Oh well! Another fun night must come to an end.

What's better than a visit to the aquarium? How about a visit to the aquarium while Oz fest (that's the Ozzy Osbourne and other crappy bands tour) plays in the background. Nothing says relaxing morning like screaming heavy metal at 10 in the morning.

Before we were able to visit, however, I had to wait for Mommy and Daddy to get ready.

Part of the problem was that they coudn't find their Zoological Society card. I hope this doesn't turn into a ticket in Sweden incident.

They took so long, I kind of got sleepy. Hello, pillow!!

Oh well, perhaps my toy will occupy me. Notice that mommy has put a sweater on me. It was a little chilly outside and quite rainy. Good thing we didn't decide to go to the zoo!

Finally, Mommy and Daddy found their member card.

This is one of my favorite fish. He is so big and relaxing. He really makes me sleepy.

And who is the good looking baby in the fish tank?? Oh wait, that's me!!

Mommy thought this fish was really funny. Perhaps she shouldn't drink the tank water?

Mommy, don't use the fish as a phone!

Just kidding! She is talking to Auntie Hilary about something boring. Back to the fish, please!

One day I am going to catch one of these pretty little fish . . .

Almost!

Damn!

Oh well, that's enough for me. Time to go and enjoy the screaming banshees at Ozfest!

My parents are insane!

Perhaps I need a new category called "More Proof That My Mother is Insane." Until then, get a peek at this cruel and unusual punishment.

So, Mom (and Dad, actually--he is not completely innocent) buy me this costume in which I look like a dog.

And, I am trying to crawl around and be a baby. I mean, I do have jet lag, after all.

But, Mom keeps following me around with the camera, laughing! Laughing at me in this stupid looking costume. I feel like the kid from A Christmas Story--not that I've seen it, mind you. I mean, I wasn't even born last Christmas or last Halloween, thank God.

Although, something tells me that my Mother dressed me up somehow even though I was still in her tummy . . .

Anyway, let me hang my head in embarassment.