My First Haircut

The title says it all. I'm stylin', baby!

Such a baby

I've mastered walking. What can I say? I'm advanced. I've also figured out door knobs and how they work but there is only one problem. I can't reach them. How humiliating. So I just plot and scheme. My mom and dad think that I'm very smart and I think I've given them too much. They catch on to what I'm doing very quickly. I'll have to throw them a curve ball every now and then. Like in this picture, I'm just being cute.

Look out, world!

I can feed myself!



You wish you could look this cool.



Mommy just gave me the spoon, and I knew what to do. Must be all that reading I do.



So does this mean I have to feed myself all the time?

Water Park

Mommy and Daddy got me a new water park for the backyard on Sunday. This thing is awesome!


I need to get a little closer to this sprinkler part to see what's going to happen...



Wait for it...



Oh. I get sprayed in the face. We are talking good times here, people.



I have not yet figured out how to go under this giraffe's neck. But I'm a fan of the spraying water.



I also have this cool new elephant thing. I don't know what the heck to do with it, but it's here.



I love to splash in my new pool! Thanks, mommy and daddy!

Slacker

That's me. But then again I am a baby and my parent's severely limit the amount of time that I can get on the internet. They say I'm too independent already, like what could I possibly learn to do on the internet?
So what have you been up to? I'm talking to you out there! Hardly anyone has commented about my blog. And I've been putting some quality stuff up here.





On to my news. My big brother "graduated" from 5th grade earlier this month. I'm very proud of him even if all he does is walk into walls and make funny noises while he's around me. That boy cracks me up.




I do like it when we just hang out and play. Hands down he's the best big brother in the world.

One year down.

This weekend was crazy. I turned one yesterday. One year, and I'm already exhausted. Everyone turned out for the big event. We rocked the block.

Mommy and Daddy decorated the house. I told them I was too manly for balloons, but I guess people knew where to get down.



I had a pinata, too. Mommy wouldn't let me swing at the pinata. I think she was worried I'd get all her chocolate.


Here's my cake. It's a good thing I like dogs. I don't know what these people would have done.


Did we have to sing Happy Birthday? I wanted some rock music, but everyone insisted on singing something traditional. Sheesh. I've gotta work on the walking so I can break outta this place.


Daddy let me eat some of this cake. I think this should be served at every meal.





Here are some of my awesome presents. I love toys!




Some of the people I allowed in my presence:



I told Allie I was going to get this hat off her head. Aidan and I tried to do that later.


Mommy and Daddy say I have to say thank you for all of my gifts, and for coming to my party. If any of you have some cool pics you can email to me, I'll put them up on the blog. I'm always ready to give a shout out to my homies.

(Pictures can be emailed to brigidmary@gmail.com)

Let's blow this joint.

Yeah, I'm gonna be outta here in no time.

Sick Nick

Doesn't this lady realize I have a fever? Do I look like I'm in any shape to have my picture taken?
Cheese. Mmm, cheese. I think I'll make mommy a present. I'm a giver.

Really?

Are you people kidding me? I'm going to need years of therapy. I can see it coming.

How many people is this?

So, I'm just sitting at home, enjoying some puffs.

When out of nowhere there are all these people in my playroom. I know it used to be my daddy's tv room but I'm more important. That's my pop pop on the couch. My brother, Jonthan, sporting the happiest smile I've ever seen on a sober person. And the blonde chicks are my cousins Jenna and Lexi. Lexi likes to play with my toys. I pretend to let her.


This is my Aunt Jenny. I don't think she took her medication today.

The other day I introduced you to A-Dog, future partner in crime. This is Allie Cat, the other half of our crime team. Yeah, I'm a baby, I don't know fractions yet. Bite me. She's a little younger than us but we'll be sure to show her the ropes. She's going to be the one to get us out of trouble when we do something we aren't supposed to. How could you get in trouble with cheeks like that?

Dinner Party

A whole bunch of people showed up at my house last night.

Mom and dad call them family.

Wow, that's a lot of people.

I'll post some pictures later on tonight if mommy ever stops downloading videos of people playing the drums.

This isn't funny

Why on earth would these people do this to me? Aren't they supposed to love me? Instead they put me in what can only be a torture device from the 1990's.

Ok, I suppose this could be fun. Let me see if I can just bounce a little and twirl. How about a little over the shoulder shot?

Yeah! I should be in the movies. I call this my serious mood, when I went to convey deep thinking. Either that or I'm pooping.

Play Date

Come on. I know I'm a baby but I'm also a dude. Can we call this something a little more manly than a play date? This is my cousin, Aidan. He's tough. I'm glad he's got my back. I'd hate to rumble with the likes of him.

We can't go anywhere without the paparazzi snapping our photos. Move along lady, I think I see Britney Spears in the kitchen and she isn't wearing a bra. Chill Aidan, I can take her if she gets out of hand.


I'm thinking about putting a spoiler on this bad boy and cruising for chicks. Aidan has a good idea and we're going to put some wheels on it first.

I don't know what this kid is doing now, no way he can get that whole thing in his mouth.

I told A-dog to hide out and get us a location on that nosey photographer.

GOT HER, now give me that camera!