Crazy 8

MOTORIN', what's your price for flight? How about that delicious looking raisin I see beneath the couch that no one else can see or has seen for at least a month or two. That's definitely enough to get me going mo-bile! Technically you probably couldn't call it crawling just yet, but I can sure make my way from A to B by scooching, rolling, pulling, launching backwards and face planting.

I backed my way right into Fort Rowdy. At least he thinks it's his fort. Not for long, Bucko!

I wanted to pet the nice Doggie, but he thought my hand looked a lot like lunch, so Grandpa McG thought maybe we should wait 'til he wasn't so hungry.

Hello? How 'bout putting the darn camera down and giving a gal a push? Mom and Dad called this thing "The Babysitter." I'm not sure what they meant, but I was sure glad it didn't rain that afternoon.

Boy, all this typing has made me ravenous. Garcon, I'll have the 8oz. Enfamil, tepid, with a side of pulverized squash please. Oh, and I'll need the blue spoon, not the yellow one.
Thanks for stopping by and celebrating 8 months with me!

-Piper j