Baptism

So, Mommy knows she's been slacking big time on updating the blog. She says she's sorry, but I don't know..........
So to make up for it, here are a whole bunch of pictures. Some of my baptism, most are just random though. I have been doing good. I'm crawling everywhere, climbing on everything, and getting into anything that I can find! I really keep Mommy and Daddy on their toes now!!!!!



This is a favorite past time. I pull the movies out and throw them all over. Mommy picks them up while I nap, then when I get up, I do it all over again! This is a small mess compared to what I usually pull out.


Mom and Dad finally got around to baptizing me on August 10th.

Me with Mom and Dad, Father Orr, and my Godparents, Great-Aunt Val and Great-Uncle Keith. I was tired of being held, if you can't tell.

The rest of these are just random. I was sitting up crying, not wanting to nap. I obviously needed to though, since I fell asleep like this!

When I sit on the couch with Mommy I like to crawl to the end and look out the window.

This is the son of a friend of Mommy's and Daddy's. He's three weeks older than me. Mommy babysat him and his two year old sister for a few days last week. I had a good time, but was ready for it to be just Mommy and me again!

My cousin Tristan. He was at the Puddle last weekend too. He was a little annoyed that he couldn't really play with me yet and had to settle for just holding me.

I like playing in my milk mess. I do this at home to, but I can't see it as well there!

Daddy's "big catch" of the day.

Beating up Dad.

Helping Mom fold laundry.

Watching Katie.

Standing (For Real Now)

I've really figured out how to pull myself up to standing now! So I climb up, on, over and through anything that doesn't move! End tables, bar stools, beer boxes, Mom and Dad, and the list just keeps on going!

Mom and Dad were using this bar stool to keep me in the living room. It worked great until I figured out I could climb through it.

This is my favorite stand to crawl through. I do this over and over all day. Sometimes I try to go out the side by the chair. Then I get stuck and squeel until someone saves me.

Mom had to lower my walker all the way down because I kept trying to crawl under it and would always get stuck.

Apparently I think I can crawl through the side even when it is standing up! And this isn't the last time I did this!

As a result of my climbing, I've received my first bruised eye. Mom was loading the dishwasher and I thought I could help. So I tried to climb up on the door. Unfortunately I slipped in the process, fell and smacked my face on the edge of the door. Ouch!!