New Stuff I'm Doing

Guest-posted by Willow.

I threatened to run away from home (you know, as soon as I can walk, but barring that I bet I could hitch a ride from just about anybody, cause I'm just that cute) if Mom & Dad didn't get me Francie's exersaucer, and check it out!  My plan totally worked!  They got it used, so it's missing the triangle thingies, but I don't care.  Check out my wicked awesome page-turning skills (Boston slang picked up from Francie.  Just a shout-out, since she introduced me to the thing and all).

I'm eating food.  And I'm really into it for about ten minutes, although I'm easily distracted by my bib--it's fun to chew on!--and then I'm done and I shall eat no more.  My mom keeps mixing me bowls that are waaaaay too big, but she's optimistic like that.

After dinner I take a quick bath in the sink, which is totally fun and everybody should do it if they could fit.  Bonus: you get to chew on the washcloth.  There is nothing as fun as chewing on a washcloth.

Well, except maybe for one thing.  Only I didn't know it when this picture was taken, since this is a "before" picture, and mom just took it because she thought I looked cute in my swimsuit.  I thought I looked like a watermelon.



But the thing that came after?  That thing is the most fun thing ever.  And I mean it this time.

It's swimming.  I went swimming.  I was the youngest kid there, but I was the only one who didn't spend the entire class screaming--I loved it.  I kicked my legs and I windmilled my arms (kind of) and I backfloated and I put my face in the water and I didn't drown or cry or anything--and this was all on the first day!  By next week I'll be doing backflips and handstands.

I also bite my mom's collarbone really hard because she makes a funny noise when I do it, and I can get both my feet in my mouth at the same time. 

Life is good.