Dear Diary ... Happy 4-Month Birthday to Me!

Lately my mom and dad have been putting me in some strange things.  I get squeezed into this "bumbo"-thing, my sizeable legs are squished in and I'm stuck... not sure whether I like it, my mom and dad laugh, how dare they, while I'm stuck!  And I lose it!

And then there's the hanging contraption!  They strap me in and dangle me in torture... I turn and turn, with no where to go!  Left to bounce and bounce, and again they watch and laugh! 

So I admit with all this struggling and bouncing I've been indulging myself more than a little... and I have been putting on the weight.  Mom and dad took me to get weighed ... so what if I'm in the 95th percentile ... somebody has to be that last 5%! 

Hey, get me off this thing, I'm getting a little peckish!

So the winter drags on... and I continue to pack it on... waiting for that Spring and Summer sun to get moving... the snow seems endless....

Mid-April snow fall!

So diary, I celebrate my 4th month birthday, with snow on the ground, and going to a "Starting Solids" class with my mom.... bring on the snacks!