Well, 8 months have flown by. I'm getting big. Real big. It looks like I just might grow into my name someday. For now, I've got a lot of alternatives: Gus, Big T, Gamma Goo, Punks, lil' brother, T. Augustus, Mr. T (or B.A. Barackus) - take your pick. I can't be bothered with all of these names right now though, I've got serious business. I'm about 75% on sitting up these days. My head is the real problem. The second I get steady, the darn thing moves and shifts my center of gravity. My noggin does come in handy though for locomotion. I figured out that if I lay on my stomach and tilt my head far enough to the side, I can get a real good roll going (sometimes 2 in a row). It's so reliable, that I pretty much use this as my main mode of transportation these days. I'm still working on a little number called the rock and creep, but it's not as solid.
You should probably also know that I'm babbling a ton, working on waving goodbye (imitating mom's wild arm motions so that she can say that I'm "advanced"), sleeping in my crib, hating naps, eating solids, taking a music class (my dad bought me a small guitar for Christmas, but right now I just like sucking on the maracas - it's a percussion instrument), holding my own bottle and loving penguins.
But, you are probably just here for the pictures...
Hey there
Peas Please
Watching the game with the guys
State Wins!
I finally like my tummy!
Day at the zoo - I loved the penguins.
Good thing I wasn't driving...
I like to wake up much earlier than Dad does.
Life is good.
