5 months old..

Gimme Five!

Five months sure goes by quickly. When you think about it, I’m almost 3 times as big as I was then, I know how to stand, sit, roll over, smile, talk a little and completely charm the socks off of anyone. And yet, I still have no hair…

It’s coming in fast, though – except for my bald spot on the back of my head. And I now have a tooth! I’ve had it for almost a week now – in the middle of my lower jaw. Meg says that I need to dress up as a jack-o-lantern for Halloween, but I don’t think so.



I am a total chick-magnet! If Dad puts me in my little carrier, women of all ages will smile at me. They’ll drop what they’re doing and come on over. They have even been known to slam on their brakes, reverse back up the street and wave at me. It’s very disconcerting to Dad who doesn’t quite get that I’m the talent and he’s just the transport. He’s thinking about renting me out by the hour to single guys looking to meet the woman of their dreams – I see college fund!

Last weekend was the “Walk for Lauren” to raise money and awareness around MPS (www.mpsrun.org) – organized by Lauren’s dad, who works with Eric. This week it’s the walk for the cure (breast cancer). I’m not sure how September became walk-month, but I sure like the T-shirts.

Dave and Barbara are coming in to town today. Yay, Pastas! This year marks the 11th year of pilgrimage to the Great American Beer Festival, so there should be stories to tell after the weekend.

Until next time – Love, D.