My First Birthday

On June 28th, I turned one year old! While I'm still learning about the concepts birthday and party, I loved my first birthday party! Mommy made a huge meal of pinwheel sandwiches, watermelon (my favorite), funfetti birthday cake, and bought chips, pop, and party favors. We scored picnic tables right across from the playground for easy access. The weather was clear and sunny. Then all of these grownups and kids showed up. They all played with me and some kept telling me, "You're the man!" I loved all of that. Then they started singing this song about happy birthdays. When they started clapping, I realized it was for me, and that made me really happy. My parents, grandmas, grandpa, aunts and uncles were so nice and bought me really neat toys, clothes, and books. I think I'm beginning to figure out this birthday thing. Now I can't wait for next year's birthday!


Goo-goo eyes, birthday hat, and water bottle: a winning trio.


Mmm...


Oh man, I love it. This cake...so good...


...so good it hurts! Yummy!

June Developments

First, I learned how to play the maraccos. Then, I performed on an improvised stage. It was a resounding success!


Yeah, Freud would have a thing or two to say about my hairstyle. I know, believe me, I know. Just look at my face. I'm stunned, too. Insights will do that to you...


Me? Cute? Never!


After donning a Fu Manchu style moustache through strategic placement of a soggy basil leaf, I tried my first popsicle. Very good!


*knock knock* Um, hello? Are you still with me?


Like I was saying, I'm also thinking of auditioning for the part of Simba in the Lion King. My acting roles have to match my dynamic hairstyle.



I'm discovering how much fun lies beyond the swingset at the playground, and love watching my bell-rattle tumble down the yellow twisty slide. Right now I'm just cruising.

The intergenerational story of "Banananose" was rewritten in a more humorous light this month. Apparently, my tenuously sane Dad had a fear of Banananose when he was my age. Grandpa Farmy exposed his sadistic tendencies by holding an unpeeled banana up to his nose and announcing, "It's Banananose," followed by Dad crying. I don't know why Dad was afraid of Banananose, I like having banana on my nose. Wait, maybe this narrative hasn't been rewritten in a more humorous light, but just a cuter, benign light...

Okay. I'm shooting 90% from the field and 85 from beyond the arc. I can dribble like nobody's business. Now, if I can just get this height and walking business ironed out, I'll have my basketball career made...