I Wanna Be Big

Hit another milestone today. Outgrew my newborn diapers and moved up to size 1. Well, not so much outgrew as ran out. I kinda feel like Tom Hanks in Big...



After he shrunk back down that is!

Still a Rough Life...

What can I say? My best defense against Zayde's stale puns is pretending to be asleep.

There's a Fungus Among Us, His Name is Gus, He's a Fungi (get it... fun guy?!)

Hung out with Denny and Jave again today. This time Daddy and I got up close and personal with JJCK's foot -- narley! Someone get that girl some socks.

To Scottsdale With Love

Speaking of Great-Grandparents... Mommy and Daddy are introducing me to Great-Grandpa Dave by osmosis so when I meet him in July, I'll recognize him. Ditto for Great-Uncle Denny. They're also teaching me what sarcasm means so I'll be ready for the Neiman dynamic. Unfortunately I won't get to meet my Great-Grandma Miriam but I know she's smiling down on me.

GPAbe.com

Haven't had a chance to meet my Great-Grandpa Abe yet but want him to know I'm thinking of him so I had a picture taken of me next to him. I've been told he's quite the pun-dit so that must be where I get it from. Despite his nickname, GPAbe.com doesn't use the Internet so Daddy's going to print out my blog and mail it to him so he can catch up on the latest and greatest in my life. Hopefully this will tide him over til we can plan a trip down to Florida!

Branching Out

Met some more of my cousins today. The Milsteins are the keepers of the family tree on my mom's side. They pretty much have it memorized. It took them all of 5 seconds to figure out that Rachel is my second cousin twice removed and Ruth is my first cousin thrice removed. Yeah, I have no idea what that means either. :) It was great meeting them though. Ruth fed me a bottle and Rachel held me all through my tantrum. And they brought me a really cool outfit for when I'm 6-12 months old. Thanks guys! Can't wait to meet my other second cousin twice removed -- Sarah.

Bloggin' the Night Away

Ever wonder how I update my blog with such little fingers and lack of muscle control? Well, here's my secret... I dictate what I want to say to Daddy and he types it in for me. Speaking of eternal questions... ever wonder why Daddy never wears a shirt? Yeah, me too. Bet if you asked him though, he'd drop some corny pun about giving you the shirt right off his back. Well here's one back at ya, Dad -- I think this blog would be better if it were a little more buttoned up.