Now let me guess Mom, horses go "nay", and cows go "moo", and ducks go "quack". Yawn. Can we move on to the good stuff? How about Teen People? No. Tiger Beat? No. How about Cosmo? So ladies what did you think about the latest episode of Oprah? No way! Tell me more.I mean it's not like I'm a baby, I am almost 12 months old. Besides, look at all this hair I have and me without any idea what to do with it. It is not easy to find a hair-do that really frames your face. Most of my hair is standing straight up...a little too 80's is you ask me.
Well this week was the big sleep study at Riley Children's Hospital. We were all very worried and hopeful that the outcome would be favorable. It was so important that we eve
n held a few trial runs here at home. As you can tell we were all really concentrating on being good sleepers! Even Daisy put out her very best effort.We hope it all paid off. I had lots of REM sleep and the Sleep Center technician said that I did fine. We won't know until the doctors review the test results if I "passed" or not. But, I think that I did okay.
To give you an idea how easy this test was picture this....four adults trying to stick about 20 different electrodes on the head of a highly aggitated baby who has her arms in restraints (at least until I managed to take them off) at about 9:30 at night. By the way, I started the evening by immediately removing the "non-removable" patient ID bracelet. But, I digress, the sleep study went almost as well as ice-fishing in July. Mom ended up holding me almost the entire time. She sat in a rocking chair that she described as being made from the hardest substance known to man this side of Dad's head. After I took off my supposedly immobilizing arm restraints, Mom used them to throw at Dad to get his attention when she needed something. All in all, 5:30 am didn't come fast enough for any of us. If I could walk, I would have probably beat both of them out the door.
But once I made it home, everything was back to normal. Here I am reading a book with Mom. Now Mom, how many fluffy chicks are there?

And now the moment that everyone has been waiting for.....my first bike ride! Grandpa took Megan and me around in his Burley bike trailer. We had lots of fun that day.
It was so much fun! I have one questions though. Where's my yellow jersey?
Here are some pictures that Mom and Dad took of me when I was playing.
Did you see my teeth? Did you see them?
Here are some pictures that Mom and Dad took of me when I was playing.
Did you see my teeth? Did you see them?
Mommy was trying really hard to take my picture while I was playing. But, I am really fast these days. So fast that an Olympus D-595, 5.0 megapixel camera has got nothing on me. Dad took over and managed to catch me when I wasn't looking.....or was I? Aren't I cute?
Just remember this picture when I paint your walls with chocolate pudding, shave the dog, or empty your purse of your make up, liberally applying it to every flat surface in the house. Just remember this picture and my voice saying, "I love you, [insert name here]."
Here he is.





Just remember this picture when I paint your walls with chocolate pudding, shave the dog, or empty your purse of your make up, liberally applying it to every flat surface in the house. Just remember this picture and my voice saying, "I love you, [insert name here]."Speaking of Dad..... I have a favorite toy. It is a Playmobil figure. He has dark hair, an orange shirt, and yellow pants. Mom calls him my "Daddy Doll".
Here he is.

I also have a "Mommy Doll". She has light brown hair and a red shirt. Here she is.

The interesting is that my "Daddy Doll" looks a lot like the real thing. Check it out.
Daddy Doll

Daddy

Remarkable isn't it? They are almost indistinguishable! Doesn't it remind you of the movie Spartacus with Kirk Douglas? Who is Daddy Doll? I'm Daddy Doll! No I'm Daddy Doll!
Next week, maybe a video of me in the park. Until then, I think I will have a couple of cheesy-poofs. Thanks Kathleen.
























