Evolution of the Danger

I just thought I would update everyone about what I can do:

• I can wave goodbye and hello. Unfortunately, you can't tell which is which and on occasion I use both hands.
• I can clap. I'm not quite sure why the 'rents taught me this, but it's really fun to do!
• I can idenitify various things by pointing to them. I know the words for (and can point to) Daddy, Mommy, Boo, Rainbow Fish (He's a book charater), lights, cup, ceiling fan, palm tree, and ball. Gee, what a crazy mish-mash of words to learn.
  
• I can stand up from a sitting position with one hand.

Next up on the learning list ... origami!

Streakin'

Mom & Dad tried to give me a bath. I escaped. Ha!

Island Vacation

Mom & Dad took me to Oahu for a week and a half. I had all kinds of fun while I was there. I got to play with horsesand sandThe birds on Oahu are very aggressive, especially the ones that hang out near the breakfast buffet. They are the perfect scouts for the army I will use to take over the world. Unfortunately, every time I approached them to recruit their services, they ran away. I suppose they're only trying to strengthen their bargaining position. Very sneaky. I will have you, birds of Oahu - don't get on my bad side.

I practiced my walking in areas pre-cleared for safety by the 'rents.I'm getting pretty good at it. I can even stand up without the assistance of anything at all. I'm still having problems walking downhill, though. Stupid bending at the knee.

One of my favorite activities was swimming, we went almost every day. I think I'm a natural. I can kick myself all around the pool!Looks like Mom was having fun also.

After swimming Mom and I relaxed at the beach.

Hawaii is beautiful. Here's Dad and I looking very photogenic in the setting sun.Dad played in an ultimate tournament while we were there. Here's me cheering Dad on from the sideline.

Walking, suckers!

Game on, you'll never be able to escape my clutches now!
I've got this walking thing down. Or at least, I can make it from the coffee table to the fridge and back with a reasonable probability of not hurting myself.

All this walking like a zombie has given me a real taste for some brains! Brains... must .. eat .. some .. brains...
I went to the doctor today to get my stitches out, but he said I should wait a few more days, as my finger isn't quite healed. I was tempted to rip out his brains and eat them for his insolence. However, I decided I should spare him as he might be useful in the future. Especially given my recent track record.

It was my first visit to the ER and all I got were these three lousy stitches.

I visited the ER at El Camino Hospital this evening. It wasn't a social visit. While Mom and Dad were getting ready to go out on a date, I got my right pinky finger stuck in the glass door of their shower and cut it up pretty bad. Dad wrapped my finger in gauze and Mom drove like a maniac to the ER. I don't know why they were in such a rush because after we arrived we had to wait an hour and a half in the waiting room, all the while dripping blood onto Dad. Luckily there was another nice baby in the waiting room that loaned me a toy to keep my mind off of my crushed finger. Then we were moved into the examination room where it took another hour to be seen by someone with a medical degree. I was starving! Thankfully, Mom called in a favor from Uncle Chookie and had him bring my diaper bag from home so I could get some dinner. Thanks Uncle Chookie!
The nice Doctor's Assistant and ER Tech were very cordial until they brought out the "Olympic Baby Papoose". We were having a grand ol' time, but then I got strapped in the Papoose, ER Tech James held my hand, and the DA brought out the - wait a minute - needles!! I screamed like a banshee!
Well, here it is. Yep, that's me with the giant boo-boo. The DA put in three stitches, which is like 20 in adult stitches. And my pinkie nail was removed - it will hopefully grow back. Until then, I'll only be able to scratch my face up with my other 9 fingernails.

Cat Food

Boo has a shiny bowl that is filled with wonderful little nibblets. However, Mom and Dad don't let me play with it. Boo doesn't like it when I play with his bowl either. In fact, I was on my way to play with Boo's bowl and Boo was so angry that he tried to shoot me down with his eye-lasers!
Bad Boo!

I'm Sick

Hi. I have a cold. I am miserable. My nose is drippy and I have a nasty cough. But the cold has not stopped me from trying out "I'm cute" poses to sucker the parents into letting me watch another Tivo'ed episode of Sesame Street.