Can you believe it? I am eleven months old. I love life. I can get around and play with things now. I love to stand at the back window, or anywhere for that matter, and watch whats going on outside.

I'm working on getting my top teeth, so I'm a drool machine.
My shirts are usually wet and my face usually has drool down my chin.

If you ask me where my nose is, I'll show you.
I will even put my finger all the way up my nose to show you that I have nostrils.
I will even put my finger all the way up my nose to show you that I have nostrils.

I love toys! I can entertain myself with a toy for hours.
I really like toys with music, so I can dance.
I really like toys with music, so I can dance.

I go anywhere and get into everything.
My mom thinks I might be part vacuum cleaner.
My mom thinks I might be part vacuum cleaner.

I am a real sweetheart. I have a very pleasant demeanor. I am happy.
I even have enough hair to wear clips.
I even have enough hair to wear clips.

I'm trying to learn to talk. Here is one of my favorite words:




















