Jill, Macy, Ryan, & Elizabeth: Physics, Parties, and Professional Wrestling

High everybody! I have grown out of taking a bath on the kitchen c

ounter. I convinced Mom and Dad that I was was too old for bath time in the kitchen after I splashed a couple of gallons of water on Mom, Dad, Daisy, the counter, the floor, blog, blog, blog. Now, I get to take a bath sitting up in the bath tub like a big girl. Bath time is Macy time! I love to play in the water, splash, and giggle. I would stay in the tub all day even if it makes my fingers and toes pruney.

This is my friend. I think we are best friends. Mom says he is plastic. I just think that she doesn't see his inner person. I also have a lobster that is a thermometer and a plastic cup to play.

My hair is growing slowly but surely. Not so much that I

need a trip to the salon but enough that I'm starting to lose the bare spot that I rubbed off.

Here is another picture of me taking a bath. I took this one myself. Mom was busy getting ready to rinse me off and she left the camera on the edge of the tub.

You can kind of see it, but Mom has to put a hand towel on the bottom of the bathtub. My butt needs a little traction. The bathtub is really slick and when I get soaped up, I'm a little slippery. Dad says that this is a good lesson in physics: F = u *R (Friction = the sliding coefficient multiplied by the weight of the object). Dad said I should remember the idea behind this when my car gets stuck in the snow.

Couple things here. First, what is a car? Second, what does a bath have to do with getting unstuck? Third, does my Dad put his butt in the snow to get the car out? Mom had no comment on the issue. She did whisper something like "nod your head like it makes sense and Mr. Wizard
will be satisfied and go away."

I turned seven months recently. We had a big party. The rule was no cameras, no evidence but someone just had to bring their camera didn't they!

I swear there is nothing in it! Mom, Dad you still are going to pay for college right?

I mean it wasn't even a fun party. I just went to say hi and then I left.

Who am I? Who am I? Give up?

This is my impression of Dad on his "stakeouts." I think he usually stakes-out a Dunkin Donuts. I couldn't find a real donut so I used one of the rings that Grandma and Grandpa gave me as a prop. Real donuts have to taste better than this.

Speaking of Dad, here he is. Dad and I are enjoying some quality time on my Gymini. We can see each other in the mirror.

I really like the lights and the music that my Gymini plays. I also like the chimes that some of toys that hang down.

I think that Dad was trying to hide from Mom. You know, kind of like trying to blend in. His plan was to hang out for a while. Dad told me that if Mom figured it out and asked him to do something, he would say that he was playing with the baby and could it wait. He gave me an Abe Lincoln to play along.

Who wants to wrestle? I do, I do! I don't get to watch tv, but if I did, I would watch Wrestle-Mania! Roaaaar!

I like to get up on my hands and knees and rock back and forth. I can even scoot backwards. I am trying to go forwards but that usually results in a face-plant. It is a good thing that I don't have any teeth otherwise I would have knocked a couple out by now.

I can now officially roll from front to back and back to front. I can even put a few rolls together and do a barrel roll across my mat - but those are few and far between.

Did I mention that I am 7 months old? Yep, time sure is flying. Mom and Dad took these pictures of me. Notice, no sleeper. I am wearing pants and a shirt!