This week I have finally been getting solid food (see the pix below). I also have been going places and meeting interesting, influential people. So, on with the pictures.
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In my baths this week I figured out that if I kick my legs, I can help wash the floors, windows, and countertops. (This is a post bath shot, because if you saw the "in action" shot, Papa might get in trouble like George.)
George crashed his Jaguar again, and had to go to jail.
I'm so embarrassed.
Here is my new inch worm (thanks Tzachi and Lara). I wonder what it tastes like?
I'll get you!
Chomp, chomp, chomp.
I got one of the Hangaroos too, and now I'm gonna eat em. Tastes just like chicken!
Another tasty morsel to satisfy my insatiable hunger (I am a growing boy, after all).
Back to milk again? Thanks alot Annie Nannie.
This is my friend MaGr. I'm going to her wedding in a few weeks, but I'm never the groom, alas.
This is Cousin Maya. She has the best red hair ever. I hope I have hair like hers.
Is there no end to all of this baby torture?
Obviously not. Don't you know I am an Autumn, not a Summer. (Just joking, thanks Gram for my wunnerful new sweater.)
This is the first time that I am actually enjoying this swing. It helps that I can hold my head up now.
Oh the weight of the world is so crushing...
