Auntie Michelle's Wedding

Mommy and Daddy took me on a trip to go see Mommy's friend Michelle get married. Mommy was complaining that they had packed way more stuff for me than for the two of them put together. I don't know why though. I'm so little! They had so much stuff they were going to "gate check" me. They thought it was a good idea but the lady at the counter didn't think it was funny. They even put a pink tag on my car seat just in case the lady changed her mind:

To get to Michelle's house we had to go up in this big tin thing called an airplane. It was way better than driving because I didn't have to stay in my car seat and Mommy could feed me even though we were moving. She fed me a lot on the airplane! Something about take-off and landing and my ears. I didn't pay attention much to what she was talking about, I was just excited to get to eat so much.

We got to stop off at Grandma Joan and Grandpa Jim's house for a BBQ before heading to the hotel for bed. Mommy was very excited to see everyone and I got to meet lots of nice people. At the hotel I got a big old queen size pull-out all to myself. Mommy and Daddy put cushions all around me to make me feel snuggly. I slept pretty good!

The next day we wandered around Old Town Fort Collins and that was alright. Mostly I just slept in my car seat. Then we went to Michelle's wedding. Here's Michelle with Grandma Joan and Grandpa Jim:

After the wedding we went to a reception which is kind of like a restaurant only the food is free and everybody is dressed all fancy. Mommy and Daddy dressed me all fancy, too. I was even wearing a hat that seemed to frustrate Mommy alot.

But finally she got it just right:

And we even got a family picture together with all of us dressed up all fancy:

The reception was pretty fun until the waitress bonked me in the head with the blunt end of a table knife. It really hurt and I cried a lot. But Mommy and Daddy kept their cool and took care of me. Mommy fed me and soon I felt all better. They spent the rest of the evening looking for concussions. Every time they looked for one they woke me up. I didn't like that much because I was so tired. They seemed pretty tired, too. And they never did find the concussions.

On Sunday we went to Denver to visit Mommy's friend Mack and his family. I got to get in a big bath tub called a pool. Mommy must not have checked the water on her wrist before we went in because it was colder than I'm used to. It was pretty fun, though and I hope I get to go into the big bath again sometime!

Whew! It was a long weekend and I got to do a lot of new things. Mommy says I handled it all very well. I hope that means we get to go on more trips soon!

Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers...

Mommy says I shouldn't flip people the bird. But I didn't even have a bird so I'm not sure what she's talking about. I like this outfit though and Daddy says I look gangsta. I think that means cute.

I'm 3 Months Old!

Wow, time flies! I turned 3 months old this past week and Mommy and Daddy thought it would be a good idea to go get "portraits" done. I was very excited about the portraits until I learned that "portrait" is just a fancy word for picture. What's the big deal about that?

Anyway, they got me all dressed up in one of my favorite track suits and my new Vans and drove us down to a big store called "Sears" where they make the portraits. I fell asleep in the car and was still a little groggy when they put me in this funny chair thingy and a strange lady, Mommy, Daddy AND Grandma all started to try to get me to smile. With all those people making silly faces at me and talking to me in funny voices, I didn't know who to pay attention to and it really stressed me out! So, most of the pictures... portraits... whatever(!) look like this:

But the picture lady did manage to get a couple of pictures that Mommy and Daddy thought were cute. I don't really care a whole lot but they seem happy. Here's one they like a lot:

I am pretty cute, aren't I?

Grammy's visit

Over the past few days, I've had a chance to hang out with and spit up onto a person that Daddy calls "Mommy" but that I'm supposed to call "Grammy". It's very confusing, but boy is she a lot of fun. She has been feeding me bottles and playing with me a whole bunch, and we're getting along great! She brought me tons of new clothes that will take me weeks to try on. In the bag were some pretty rad sunglasses:



For the past few days after lunch, Daddy has been putting me in front of a magic window called a "mirror" where I get to see this crazy looking baby. I try and try to talk to him, but he just stares back at me and copies all my movements, the little creep. I'm hoping to win him over with some smiles and more pleasant chatter in a few weeks. He sure is good lookin, though!