9 months and it took 90 pictures to get one of me smiling…

Because Momma decided to take pictures of me in the morning.

I am not a morning person.

Not sure you knew that or not. But it’s the truth.

Most days Mommy and Daddy have to wake me up to get ready for school. It’s not that I would sleep a whole lot longer, it’s just that when I wake up on my own, I get to play with Stripes some all by myself.

That makes me happy.

Momma singing “Good Day Sunshine” before I’ve had some play time with Stripes does not make me happy.

Oh! Stripes. I forgot he’s new. Well, he’s not new really. Mrs. JT bought him for me long ago. But he’s new as my bedtime friend.

The parents started to notice around Christmas that I just might be developing an attachment to Momma. It’s really more than an attachment. It’s bordering on some sort of obsessive stalking thing now. Where ever she goes, I follow. And I fuss about it the whole way there. I’m fine when she’s gone like to work or when she leaves to go hang out with some friends but when she’s at home, I really want to be with her.

So they read a whole bunch of stuff that basically all said the same thing. Hello Separation Anxiety. Time for a lovie.

Enter Stripes.

He’s awesome. I love him so much that I don’t like to say my prayers anymore. Momma has to fight to keep me in her arms instead of diving head first into the crib to snuggle him up.

Let’s see. What else is new.

Oh! I’m mobile!

It’s not exactly crawling. It’s more of a scooting. I have three out of four limbs working the crawl but my right foot is on the floor. I’m kinda of trying to walk with one foot and crawl with my other foot and my hands. Occasionally, I get confused and try to stand up which puts me in the Downward Dog yoga position.

At least that’s what Mommy calls it.

I really like crawling on the kitchen floor. I’m much faster there. Mommy keeps telling Daddy she needs to figure out how to use all that movement to help mop the floors. I haven’t mopped a floor before but it doesn’t sound like much fun.

I love playing with the ball. Or even better, watching Daddy throw the ball in the air and catching it. That is so hilarious. Mommy will toss me the ball, I’ll pick it up and then lose control of holding it which sort of looks like I’m tossing it back. I totally mean to do that, by the way. But it’s the one thing we can do that makes me laugh even if I am sick.

That and Mommy dancing or snapping. Those are cool too.

So last month, I told you how much I love bath time. I still do. But this month I’ll tell you how much I enjoy tearing paper.

Love. It.

I’ll take tissues out of the tissue box and tear them to shreds. That’s good for at least 24 minutes of entertainment. But I will also tear regular paper. Like off of my Christmas present. Or helping Mommy with her coupons. I’m such a good little helper.

That’s all for this month! See ya’ll in February!