Ahhh... June. The birds are chirping, spiders dancing and oh yes, the celebration of my birth. Could anything be better? Once again, I apologize for the break in my blogging. I've been a busy man getting ready for this little shindig my parents are throwing. Since last we spoke, not only am I crawling, but I've perfected two different versions. Yes, most babies do the knee-knee-knee-yawn thing, but I say that is for amateurs. I'm more of a knee, sweep-the-leg-and-hook-the-heel-and-pull-yourself-along kind of guy. It's complicated.
I've been working on some more words lately too. While Mom and Dad are working hard on words like, dog and duck, sometimes I like to try and surprise them and crush out a than-yoo (thank you), or dis (this) - just to keep them guessing. It's all repeating sounds at this point you know, but who's counting (not me by the way). However, Mom has been trying the ole', "How old are you Thatcher?" routine - and I appeased her for a week or two, but seriously, how many times can I remind her. We will see on the 14th if I feel like giving her a break.
Wish me luck on my big day!
The first few here are from a series of photos Mom took for my birthday party announcement. It's kind of a Wild West Theme (you know Mom). Uncle Joel will be playing some bluegrass/blues with some friends, we are getting a keg (whatever that is) and having a campfire. Wish you could be there!
Not having it
Dad loved this one
Why are you sticking grass in my mouth?
The winner!
Uncle Chris is cool
Erin makes me have fists of joy
I feed myself (and Celty)
13.1 miles Phew! I'm her biggest fan.
Mom and T
This is what we call lunch on the trail.
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