Soon I will be 11 months and oh how how big, pretty and wise I have become, always have been, and always will be.
I have teeth. Momma calls me 7-tooth-Sam. 'Ol-7-Tooth for short.
I can pull myself to my feet. Truth be told, the only reason I am choosing to not yet walk is because I am well aware I am a princess and princesses don't walk. We have minions for that. Like my mom, dad, and oldest brother.
Oh my oldest brother. He remains my favorite court jester. Though I am pretty fond of the littler one too. They both are worthy of some affection. I think my first steps will be to either chase Luke down or to go to Thomas for the love he gives.
I eat. Everything. In sight. Some of it is even food. Momma and daddy have shown me fine cusine. Like French Fries and pepperming milkshakes.
Momma still pampers me with my clothes. Tutus and pretty dresses. She in fact bought me the most expensive item of kids clothing she has ever bought for my up coming birthday. It will be my party dress. But momma says I need to wear it more than once. That's fine. It is very pretty and special. Momma plotted its purchase for months.
My bedroom is upstairs now. I no longer sleep with momma and now have a room all to myself. I wasn't happy at first. Then I realized my first morning visitors to my cell (crib) are my brothers and they are muchly more cheerful at 7:30 in the morning than momma ever is.
Miss Grandpa though. That part is hard.
Sorry if the photo quality is less than perfect. I am writing this on momm's phone and momma's phone took the pictures.
Momma promises a photo shoot with a camera that can't make phone calls will be soon. Just have to wait for my dress to come.
Alright, it is past my bedtime so I am going to dream of cupcakes and strawberry pie.
I had strawberry pie once. Momma says I need a 12 step program. I think momma just needs to give me more pie. Problem solved.
