Here we go, right off the bat, no commentary, no blah blah blah, no taking time to tell you that I'm now crawling at a pretty good pace (and forward this time). No taking even more time to tell you that we're moving, that we sold our place but don't have a house yet so we're moving in with Nana and Papa til we find a home of our own. And I'm not going to let you know that Mom is going to Madonna this Sunday night with Aunt Tasha and Katherine, either. And I'm surely not going to let you know that this Friday I'm going to be modeling for the FLOR catalog at a photo shoot. Yep, little ol' me is going to be front and center in a catalog that goes out to more than 6.2 million homes. Dad and Mom are going to be in the photos, too, but the photographer said he can either blur Dad's face so it's unrecognizable or just crop him out of the picture altogether, which I suggested. Nope, not gonna tell you any of that.
Wait, where were we? Oh yeah, 8-month photos.
Wait... hold on a second... is that a foot? Are those my piggies?
Where were we? Oh yeah, it's my birthday.
No, not YOUR birthday... it's MY birthday.
Oh, I'm sure you're sitting there thinking, "Wow, isn't that nice, she's finally out of the stage where she was constantly eating that bear." Um, no, let's be realistic here.
Ta ta for now, keep your eye out for some moving pics and some Halloween pictures, too.
