First Haircut!

I got my very first haircut on Saturday. Yes, I realize there wasn't much to work with in the first place, but what little hair I do have was sticking out all over the place. I was a perfect angel... I think the lollipop helped!

I've also learned to say "no," and use it in it's correct context, too. Example dialogue:

Mom: Weston, don't touch the coffee pot... it's hot!

Me: No, no, no!

Mom: Weston, don't pull out all of your daddy's cd's!

Me: No, no, no!

I've found it's much better if I say it with the cutest voice I possibly can. Whenever I say "no," mom always turns her back to me. I thinks she's trying not to laugh. Mom, don't you know this only eggs me on?

Love,

Weston

P.S. Enjoy the picture of mom and me sporting our new hair-dos!

My life... the tragedy

I've never gone through such a dark period in my life before. The past week has been absolutely dismal. I'm not sure if I can go on much longer. If you know me then you understand that for me, the bottle is usually half-full. Wait a minute... did I say "bottle?" I meant "sippy cup," and if the sippy cup and it's fullness is a metaphor for my wretched life... it is DEFINITELY half-empty.
You see, my mother, took my bottle away. My comforter, friend, confidant, and most important source of nourishment- certainly not mother, but the bottle... has been stolen from me. I'm not sure how much longer I can boycott the sippy cup (at least a little bit longer than the GM workers, I would hope). ***sigh*** What's a bottle-deprived boy to do? Other than scream and kick my legs when I see a sippy cup, that is.
On a more positive note, the past few weeks have been fairly good! I got to see my grandpa from Nevada. I flew to NC to see Nana and Papa for my birthday. And, most importantly, I turned ONE!!! It's nice to be quantified by a real number. It got really old being identified as x months. I've heard that one is the loneliest number... not true... it's the greatest number. Only twenty more years and I can drink whatever I want from whatever I want! I think I'll pick up the bottle again... but not in a bad way!

Have a great weekend, y'all!

Love,
Weston <3

1st Birthday!

Labor Day Weekend

Press play to enjoy some pictures from my Labor Day weekend getaway!

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?