I’m getting to the bottom of the bottle and I have to make sure the milk doesn’t come out my ears!  I’ve heard this can happen when you’re taking 4.5 ounces from the bottle!

(Ed. Note: This picture might also be captioned: “What’s that you say?  The bottle’s empty?  I can’t heeeaaar yoooouuuu!”)

Still getting used to this sneezing thing.  I lose control of my face muscles every time – oh – but I guess I didn’t really have much control over those yet anyway.  Hey, when are humans going to evolve away from the need for this?

You know how sometimes the picture gets taken at just the wrong time?  I think must be what happened here.

Where’s the picture right after this of me smiling happily?  Ummm… I think it got lost.

Lately I’ve been putting my new smiling skills to work banking goodwill with the ‘rents. They seem pretty happy about it.

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Recently, Mommy and I spent some quality time working on smiling, which I’m getting better and better at.

It makes Mommy really happy when I get a good smile!  (Just call it another tool in the toolbox for wrapping Mommy (& Daddy) around my (very) little finger…)

Sometimes you just have to let your parents have some fun with you.  I figure I put them through enough that they deserve a little ‘play time’.

People are always telling me how cute I am.  All the time.  It never stops.  So I started to wonder, how is it that I’m staying perpetually cute?  Doesn’t nature abhor a vacuum?  Shouldn’t my stand-apart cuteness be equalizing with my environment?

Well, I’ve developed a theory to explain this discrepancy: The Conservation of Cuteness.

This is how it goes.  Every substance has a certain amount of cuteness in it – its cuteness quotient – some more and some less.  Hello Kitty and baby bunnies have a high cuteness quotient, and…, well, let’s just say that Courtney Love rounds out the other end of the spectrum.

Now, breast milk isn’t particularly cute, but it does have a a non-zero cuteness quotient.  And I think we can all agree that it is cuter than what comes out the other end (Ed. Note: Yes, I think we can…).

Therefore, I’m a little cuteness filter, taking in as much or more cuteness than I give out (some is also radiated), which explains everything.  In short, pooping un-cuteness makes me cute!

I’m ready for my Nobel Prize in Perceptual Physics now!

One of my favorite parts of getting a bath is my hooded alligator towel.  Lately I’ve been enjoying my baths and not crying at all when taking them.  Just wait until I figure out how to splash the water! Then things will really be fun!

I’m working on my ballet moves in my sleep.  When can I get my first tutu?  Be sure to check out my exquisite hand gestures.

(Ed. Note: Not even December, and already dreaming of sugar plum fairies!  And extra points for the use of the Binky as arm prop!  Bravo!)

Look!  Up in the sky!  It’s a bird!  No, it’s a plane!  No, it’s Super Ben!

I’ve been cruising the hallways in the guise of Super Ben in search of burps and soothing.