"This One Goes to Eleven"

A little "Spinaltap" humor for you. For those of you who haven't seen "Spinaltap", let's just say that on a scale of one to ten, I would be...yes, you guessed it, an eleven. As I complete my eleventh month, I am enjoying my ever diversifying diet (chicken, pumpkin, post-it notes, etc.) and I have been showing off with a couple, "Look Ma, no hands" balancing acts lately. No steps yet though. Don't want to wow 'em all at once. Gotta spread those accolades out you know.
If it has wheels, I'm on it, in it or playing with it. Even though I gave it a valliant effort, it turns out the above vehicle is not "scream powered."

Nothing like a little roughage to move the system along. I recommend the Flat Irons '07. It's an organic finer grain sand with only a tad bit of a gritty finish and it is certified "Cat Free!"

No Teeth. 5

Teeth! 6

I love the water. Baths, showers, hoses, dog bowls, you name it. I haven't put my face underneath yet, but I'm "ready Rowdy, Rowdy ready" for it anytime. Not to mention, I find the look quite becoming, don't you?

Mom and I walked into the roadside restroom and right back out again before the door had even closed. P. U. Stinky. So we took care of getting me a new dipe in the back of the ol' family wagon. I didn't see changing table on the list of options, but I think my letter to Honda should change that. Of course I am angling for a commercial if they buy my idea.

I guess that does it. Soon I'll be a year old and what do I have to show for it? Lots and lots and lots! Hasta, -R E