In the crib!

Here, I'm in my crib. My mom says that its good and safe for me, but she also says the same about spinach and broccoli, so.... Like all new things, I was excited about the crib for few minutes (as can be seen in the video), but I didn't like it much. My parents tried to slip me in the crib when I was asleep, but I'm too smart for that. I immediately woke up and refused to go back into the crib, even though they promised me chocolate. Besides, I know other ways to get chocolate.

Here, I'm playing with my best friend, Cookie. You see, its a battle of wits. I want to grab her and chew on her ear and she wants to lick my face since I always have some interesting food on my face. When she can't lick my face (I can be very fast when I want to), she starts playing with one of my toys and I start chasing her, as she is doing in this video. Its a win-win situation since everybody is happy, including my parents since they don't have to worry about either one of us for few minutes.

Now, in this video, you can see my progress. I have started to say "ba ba ba ba" and "pa pa pa pa", which is a big step up from only "da da da da". My mom said that I kept discovering new ways to say dad and papa and she is waiting when I'll say "ma ma ma ma". Also, I'm crying because there is no cushion in my chair since it was in the laundry. When I'm old enough to help my mom with laundry, I won't have to sit without my cushion. My dad says that I can get away with anything with that smile and you know what? I tried it and it works (when I pulled the stroller down and it fell with a bang and I managed to get my parents not angry at me. I smiled instead of crying and my mom thought it was very cute. Mothers, right?)!

This is an extension of the above video. Cookie is doing her thing in the background, which is to get sunbath in the balcony or on the sofa near the window. She is very particular about getting her daily dose of vitamin C or is it vitamin D? The one you get from the sunlight. I can never remember. Also, its quite frustrating when you try to tell something and your parents don't understand it and keep thinking how cute you are. I've promised my parents that once I start talking, I'll never stop. Although, my dad thinks its not supposed to be a good thing and I should reconsider my promise.

For once, my hair were properly combed like a gentleman, my forehead was clear and you can see my whole face. I'm kind of tired and giving all the signals like the sound, rubbing my eyes and ears and all that stuff, but my dad still can't read them and kept filming me. He should take a correspondence course from my mom about how-to-know-when-your-only-son-is-tired. I mean, a guy needs his beauty sleep. And I can walk now by holding on to the sofa. One small step for a baby, one giant leap, also for a baby.......