I don't know what I am. I've been crabby for days. Even Mommy can't console me sometimes. She keeps saying something about teething. I don't know. Maybe. I know that my new favorite thing to do is cry and try to eat Mommy's face.
Other updates: I can sit on my own now for about 5 minutes before falling over. Sometimes I even bend myself completely in half, face down. It doesn't bother me but it seems to freak out other people. I think Mommy is just jealous because she used to be a dancer and now she can't even touch her toes. Oh. Sorry. I guess she can if she really tries.
All my clothes are shrinking. None of them seem to fit right anymore. Maybe it has something to do with "Oh my goodness! He's getting so big!" I hear that a lot.
grumble, grumble, grumble. I'm too crabby to write anymore so I will attach some pictures. Enjoy, don't enjoy. Do what you will.