Fashion Show

I have already alluded to my hat collection.  We decided to bring Henry and Teddy Bear into the fun.

Mommy says I'm spoiled because so many people me give me pretty clothes.

I disagree. I think Mommy is spoiled because she gets to play dress-up with me. I, however, would rather be naked.

(Picture discreet so that when I have a boyfriend Mommy can't embarrass me by showing him my blog)

I tell this to her, but she still uses my nap times to make me dresses. 

Such is the life of a firstborn.

This is How I Help Mommy

We do laundry together.

I empty out my basket so Mommy has something to pick up.

In the same spirit, I clean out my changing table while getting dressed.

Most importantly, we cook together. Mommy cuts up cherries and I eat them.

We have a symbiotic relationship.

I'm 9 months old.

And I'm still working on the hair.