Pink Medicine

How I've spent my time over the past couple of weeks:

Practicing my tough guy look



Hanging out in the park with Nannan




On the bed with Stagger Lee






Meeting Uncle Jeremy!





Falling asleep on Dad's shoulder



Smiling for the camera


Playdate with the local Indian Queen boys Trast and River. Surprisingly, Trast's fingers don't taste as good as my own.



It's been a while since the last post. So what's new? We are all settling in with our new schedules since dad went back to work. I am enjoying daycare and meeting lots of new friends like Noah and Kevin. Kevin was playing with a soft block toy this morning while we were hanging out on our tummies. It looked so enticing that I took it from him - he didn't seem to mind much or so it seemed to mom. One day she might discipline me for this kind of behavior but for now, anything goes.

In the middle of my stream of consciousness babbling, I have been caught saying "Dada" - once yesterday and once today. Dad is really excited but I really don't get why.

I have been sick over the past 2 weeks - from a cold and congestion, to a cough, to the beginnings of an ear infection. Dr. Decosta gave me some really really really really good pink medicine, and I am feeling much better.