Kisses!

You all know that I am super cute, devilishly handsome and smooth as a jungle cat, but did you know that I am also very sweet? Well I am. I love giving my mom kisses, and today, I gave my friend Bobo kisses too. Take a look:

Or ...Savion #2

Maybe I'm a future Savion Glover instead. Mom wouldn't mind having a famous tap dancer for a son!

Misha # 2

Did you know that my parents almost named me Mikhail? Like Mikhail Baryshnikov, one of my mom's favorites. Well, my mom has a not-so-secret fondness for my near-perfect dancers feet. I know, I know...you all probably think it is girly. I don't really care. I like practicing at my make-shift ballet barre. Maybe I will be the next Misha after all. Just look at my relevés!

Independence

Well, I'm growing up. It's true. I can feed myself finger foods...





And I can also drink my milk all by myself too...and I only spill a little.



It might have something to do with the teeth. (Which are still hard to capture on film, but they are there!) Here is a picture when they were just starting to come in.

Makeover

My girlfriend Scarlett gave her blog a makeover, and since I have to do everything Scarlett does (such as crawl, eat finger foods, and cruise), I made over my blog too. With robots! I love robots...almost as much as my daddy.
So check out the new digs! Hope you guys like it!

Just The Beginning...

In an effort to better refine my palate, my mom thought she would move outside of the narrow Gerber box and make me some baby food herself. Good idea, right? Well, last night, she made me some avocado and some black beans. "Baby Mexican," she called it. Maybe it needed some salsa and sour cream because I didn't like it very much. The avocado was okay at first, but after a couple of bites I refused to eat anymore. So she moved on to the beans. Oh man. That stuff really gave my gag reflex a workout! Mom got it all on video, but she isn't going to post it because it makes her too sad. Plus, she is embarrassed because you can hear her whining: "My cooking isn't that bad!" Face it, Mom...this is just the beginning of a lifetime of my refusing to eat the food you slaved over. Just wait until I can talk and you get the "I don't wanna eat this!" whine.

I don't have any photos of the "Baby Mexican" incident, but I do have some silly pictures of me pretending to be a dog and carrying my socks around in my mouth.
Yes, I will eat socks, but I won't eat my Mom's homemade baby food. What does that tell you?

Toofers!

That's right, I said tooferS. Two teeth! I have been working on these teeth for months and let me tell you, it has been rough. My mom has practically had me on a Motrin drip just to get me through it. But now we have some pay off: TEETH! I have one that is out and ready to sprout up tall. The second one is showing its little spikes and trying to catch up to the first. As soon as they are a little more visible when I smile, I'll have Mom take my picture so I can show off my toothy grin!