Little Puppy

Dad is convinced that taking care of me is like taking care of a puppy. I'll take that as a compliment - I love puppies! Here I am showing off some of my dog-like skillz. Supposedly bad dogs eat trash.

Bad dogs also like to climb onto the dishwasher and look for sharp items to play with.

It is tough carrying things when crawling like a dog. Until mom and dad get me a fanny pack, I'll have to rely on my woodchuck teeth.

This is the new food bowl I inherited from Gunther - looks about right.

Stand and Deliver

I'm growing so fast and I love standing tall. Watch out WNBA, here I come!

Thursday

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I get to hang out with dad all day (actually, dad gets to hang out with _me_ all day). We do lots of fun stuff - here are some photos from our day today.

Dad lets me crawl around in the living room without a diaper (don't tell mom) - definitely some Risky Business.

Dad was ignoring me, so I had to take matters into my own hands and read myself a book. Yep - I'm pretty precocious.

After all that reading and prancing around nudie, I had to take a nap. For some reason, I only go to sleep when I'm being carried around the neighborhood on my pet mule.

After nap time, it was time to do some grocery shopping. Here I am next to my favorite item at the grocery store. This pouty face was unleashed to get dad to put more bananas in the cart.

By the end of the day, dad was ready to feed me to a saber-toothed tiger. Good thing I'm not a baby growing up in the Pleistocene.