Cute

I'm cute. That's all there is to it. It's a good thing I'm cute, because I'm choosing, yes, choosing not to expand my gross motor skills. When Mommy's not looking, I'm doing flips, cartwheels, running around the room. But the minute she comes into sight, I act like all I can do is butt scoot and crawl. Mwuhaha! So... it's a good thing I'm cute. (by the by...that's artistic license on Mommy's part - I'm not actually doing those things)



Oh, and I'm cutting my eye teeth. That's A LOT OF FUN.