Monkey Man

That's what Mom calls me now- Monkey Man. I think cause I keep grabbing everything- her water bottle, her hair, her necklace, her glasses. Really I go after the glasses cause I learned that stops her from kissing me. I mean, I like the kisses, but enough is enough! I have an image to protect, ya know! And big rosy cheeks.

Speaking of rosy cheeks, man it's getting hot out! We had a nice Spring weekend, and now it's in the 90s. In April! I know I don't have a lot of history to go on, but that seems a bit early. We had some nice walks then, but haven't gone since, as both Mom and I have to adjust to the heat. Here I am before our Saturday walk:

I overheard the doc say last week that some kids don't like to wear sunglasses. I didn't know I had a choice! So now I push them off my face. Who wants to cover up these beautiful blue babies anyway?!

I practiced my rolling over during the weekend as well. I like to get Mom all excited by hanging on the edge, so close!, then rolling back to my back. Ha, ha. I did go all the way a few times, as I want to be ready to show off to Aunt Libby. Here I am after one such roll:

Yay for me!

Let me tell you- it's hard work getting my massive brain up off the ground! Wears me out. Maybe that's why they put me in my jammies and have me practice before bed time. Wait a minute!!

Here I am reading to Dad. He's just holding the book, as I tend to chew on the pages, which slows down the reading process.

I did manage to overpower him at one point:

Yum!