I climb, therefore I am.

I can't walk, but give a stool, a box, whatever and I'll move it to where I need to go, to get up to where I need to be.

Have I fallen off? Oh yeah, but I only cry for a minute....Mom takes to long to check on me, anyway. It's easier just to get back up and into something else!

I like to play with Sam and Faye

Faye is the coolest girl in the world. She lets me play with Boochie Bear (even slobber on it), she plays hide and seek with me, takes a bath with me, gets things for me. She rocks.

Sam is the best wrestler of all time. He also takes care of me, keeps things away that I'm not supposed to have, he tells the best jokes...I can't wait for him to come up the stairs in the morning.

My Party

My birthday was AWESOME. Mom and Faye made cupcakes. Guess what I got! Nothing!! Awesome. I don't even know what a birthday is.

One Year Old

Yeah...I know....it's been a long time. I've been really busy. I'll hit some highlights...

I can crawl, but can't walk.

I can pull myself up and use things to walk against and climb up the step stool in the kitchen.

I have eight teeth.

I use a sippy cup, not a bottle.

Mom just took away my binky. Like, JUST. All day...no binky.

I'm loud. Really loud. I don't have real words, yet, though.

I love Sam and Faye.

In this video, I'm yelling at them to come upstairs. I'm pretty sure I can work the latch to get the dumb thing open. I've seen everybody else do it.