Who knew that Reid was a Steelers fan?

OK, so Reid "Big Boy" Finch didn't really punch me out over a football brawl - I got this shiner by launching myself from dad's lap and hitting the desk before he caught me. It's not too serious - I'll have my winning smile back before I turn 9 months old this week. Season's over for the Broncos - boo.


I'm sleeping through the night on a pretty predictable schedule now, which makes everyone around me happy. Mom whipped out a baby cookbook and spent this weekend making up some more exciting dishes like Turkey with Rice and Apples. The freezer is full, so I should be set for a while.

Have I told you that I'm quite the little performer? When I do my tricks, I look around for applause or acknowledgement, and I'm happy when grownups notice, but very, very, very sad when they don't. I can also get quite upset when they decide it's bedtime and I'm not ready to call it a day yet - they usually know best though, because I'm always asleep within five minutes of them leaving me.

When I'm really happy, I make a little dance by kicking and waving my arms. Maybe I'll try to catch it on video for you all.

We're a week out from the official 9-month visit to the pediatrician, and you know that means it's time for statistics. Stay tuned...

Love, D.
(Go Seahawks -> if Denver can't win, I vote for the Pacific Northwest)