New toy!

I have a new toy... actually, it's an old toy, but it's new to me! Mom calls it an office chair. I've never seen one at Babies R Us, so we must be on the cutting edge of baby toys if they're not sold at the toy stores yet.

We're heading out of town for the Labor Day weekend. I need a little peace and quiet... some rest and relaxation! Just kidding... I'm always ready to go, go, go! I hope I get to see some deer this weekend.

The Sunday after next, we are heading to the beach! I can't wait to feel the sand between my toes. Just as long as I don't get any sand in my swim suit... yuck! Maybe I'll catch some fish.

Have a great Labor Day weekend!

Love,

Weston

Just like dad

Don't I look like my dad, here? One day, I hope I can play the piano as well as he does. I mean, right now I've only perfected Chopsticks, but I hope to master Shostakovich and Mozart by next week.

By my hand positioning, it looks as if I may have mastered the theme from Jaws, as well. :)

I hope everyone had a great weekend! I did, but I'm glad it's over. Mom and dad threw a big bash Friday evening and mom enlisted my help in cleaning the house and cooking dinner. Just kidding... I didn't help at all. In fact, I decided to forego my morning nap just to make things more difficult for mom. Isn't that what we're supposed to do?

Just in case you're wondering, it's only 17 more days until I'm ONE!!! I'm sure it's on everyone's calendars, but a little reminder always helps.

Love,
Weston

Monkey see, monkey do...

Separated at birth?

Bad hair day!

This is what my hair looked like when I woke up from my nap yesterday...

I'm channeling my "inner Billy Idol."

The NERVE!

Oh, the nerve of my parents! They went out to dinner tonight for their anniversary AND THEY DIDN'T TAKE ME!!! How dare they! I love going to restaurants (except for the one where I bonked my head). Mom always gives me a straw to play with and I get to eat off her plate... restaurants are fun!

I heard them bragging about what they ate. Mom had red snapper and lobster risotto. Dad enjoyed his pork tenderloin and perfectly whipped potatoes. I would have eaten those things! Mom told me that she didn't see a single high chair in the fancy establishment and that it would have been tacky to take me since I usually leave quite a bit of evidence of my presence (e.g. Cheerios under the table).

I had to stay at home and eat goldfish and some Gerber ravioli. I didn't even get dessert like mom and dad did... Grand Marnier creme brulee and chocolate cake. What's an anniversary anyway if you can't celebrate it with everyone? See if I invite them out for my anniversary!

I do have a little way of getting back at them, though. Mom has been trying to get me to clap for them for months now... nothing! I refuse to clap back. Well, yesterday, Eva let out a little secret that I had been clapping with my friends during music time at day care. Darn it! Now she's going to expect me to clap for her... oh, well. You can't keep secrets forever.

I hope everyone has a great Friday!

Love,

Weston

Guess what tomorrow is!!!

Tomorrow is my 11 month birthday! That means only one more month until my first birthday. It's hard to believe I've been alive for SOOO long. It just seems like yesterday that I first held my head up, rolled over, sat up independently, crawled, and took my first steps. If you think about it, we learn so many things in such a short amount of time.

I'm sure mom wishes she could learn things as aggressively as I do now. Heck, she can't remember what she had for breakfast (you had cereal, mom). I hope she's enjoying this time in my life where I am learning something new every day. I think she is... she doesn't know this, but, I know that she comes into my room at night and stares at me. It's kind of creepy, but I know she's just trying to absorb every precious second of my young life.

Well, the countdown is on for my birthday!!! I asked mom if we could register at Babies R Us, but she thought it might be a bit tacky. Plus, you can't register for a puppy at Babies R Us, anyway, so what's the point.
Have a great weekend everyone! Leave a comment... I love to read them!

Love,

Weston

Tough weekend!

This weekend was pretty brutal. It all started with our semiweekly trip to Target. Mom had the keen idea to go into PetSmart before heading to Target so I could look at the dogs and cats up for adoption. I thought this was a great idea, especially since mom has yet to get me the puppy she promised me WEEKS ago. Apparently, all of the dogs had already been adopted or either they had left for the day because there were no puppies at the store. Thanks a lot for getting my hopes up... I guess I'll just have to live with Maya the cat a little while longer. I don't understand what her problem with me is. She's so aloof and every time I try and pet her, she runs away. Mom tells me that petting and pulling fur are totally different and that Maya gets a little annoyed when I pull her fur. Whatever, mom! I need a puppy... I'm a puppy person... friendly, happy, and loyal.

After that, I was really looking forward to going to Target. It always seems like mom always goes through the toy ailse at Target... they have some great stuff, none of which mom ever buys for me. It's like a big tease every time we go. All I got to play with when I got home was a plastic shopping bag and a bag of paper napkins. Whoopee! Why did I get a cheapskate for a mom?

The weekend didn't get much better after that. After church, mom and dad went to lunch with some friends. Usually going to a restarant means that I get strapped into an uncomfortable wooden chair. It also means that I don't get to play with any of the fun toys just begging to be held (i.e. salt shakers, knives, forks, etc.). Mom thinks I'll poke my eye out. After about an hour of listening to mom, dad, and their friends drone on and on and on, I decided to throw a bit of a fit... works like a charm. Mom took me out of the torture chamber and held me for a while. What she doesn't realize is that I WANT DOWN!!! I tried to wiggle out of her arms and proceeded to bang my head on the table. It hurt! I even forgot to breathe for a while before I started screaming. Now I have a bruise on my forehead. At least the ladies like battle scars, from what I understand.

Being a baby is hard! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Love,

Weston

It's Friday!

Woo hoo! Wait a minute... practically every day is Friday for me! Today was pretty uneventful. Mom took me to Stroller Strides and boy was it hot outside! Thank goodness mom does most of the work. After class I got to go to the park. I must have been hungry because I decided to find myself a snack. Mom had some Goldfish for me, but I was tired of Goldfish. Luckily, there was plenty of tasty looking stuff on the ground. I shoved several handfuls into my mouth and proceeded to chew on this tasty new treat. Then, mom freaked out and explained that the "mulch" I was eating was unfit for my delicate digestive system. It just goes to show that just because something tastes good, it does not mean that it is good for you. I guess no more mulch for me... I don't want to see mom freak out any time soon.

I've posted a picture of dad and me reading a book. I love to read! I can even turn pages on command.

Have a great weekend!

Love,

Weston