I'm starting to learn, very slowly and wobblyly (Is that a word?) how to balance. This morning, mommy thought it would be a good idea to get some shots of me finding my equilibrium. Now I know that is a word.
I am moving my head on my own, and I look at things that grab by attention. Left...
...right. Or is it the other way around? Give me a break! I just turned 15 weeks old yesterday.
Mommy loves to dress me up, so I make her proud and show offf my new digs every chance I get.
Finally, here is a not so glamorous shot of my new habit: DROOLING. Yep, I am like a fountain of spit. The books say that I may be teething. You know what that means? Crankiness, altered sleeping patterns, and yes DROOL, DROOL, DROOL. All the time!