Our baby tornado

I think it's funny my dear friend just did similar posts, because I've had this one saved and have been meaning to post for some time! : )

I get into everything. I mean EVERYTHING.

I particularly love going under the kitchen table, which makes Mom frustrated, knowing I'm going to cry when I'm all the way under because I hit my head when I stand up. Or I try to eat what's under the table. Mom asks me why I eat everything but food. I guess I don't really know why...that bright play doh looks so fun and like it will taste so good!

I climbed up the stairs the other week. No big deal. Mom said she almost had a heart attack. So now Mom & Dad put up a gate so I can't do it anymore. Boo on them.

I love crumpling and ripping papers. Doesn't matter if they are important!!

I wave at everyone.

The scrunch face is a big hit.

I can say Mama, Dada, uh-oh. I say this "boom boom" word, too. Guess I'm just making stuff up.

I love playing the piano. I can just reach the keys by myself!

I just started eating cheerios by myself. I'm not really into this "people" food thing, and I don't really care for veggies, either.

I don't like to sleep. I enjoy waking Mom & Dad up at night. You know, I might miss something!! My crib just got set up. I slept downstairs for a couple days, then I just got moved upstairs...my very own crib in a bedroom with Maddie. I still don't like to sleep, though.

I can stand for a pretty long time, all by myself. But then I fall on my bum and crawl to what I want. Walking seems like a lot of work!