Mom and Dad bought me this thing they are calling a "potty." I don't know what it is for, but they keep talking about how I should be getting comfortable with it. 
I like the water slide at Uncle Trent's and Aunt Ginette's.
Mom and Dad made me wear a bunch of ridiculous stuff to go on a boat ride.
Uncle Trent drove fast, but Lexi and Olivia stayed on the tube. I held on tight to Daddy's neck. Lyla buried her face in the seat.
I can see a lot more riding up front.
So tired from swimming... boating... trampolining... Not... going... to... sleep...
We got a special table just for me, and it sits in the most prime spot in the house. I get to look out the front windows and color AND keep an eye on what's happening in the kitchen.
My table looks nice and new in this picture, but you should see it now. I've decorated it very nicely. Who needs paper?
Brody likes to cool off behind the garage on hot afternoons.
Here, Brody, eat this stick.
Mom and Dad do not like it when I eat the foliage. Doesn't seem fair to me. Brody gets to do it.
Dad is teaching me how to kick. He says my best shot at going pro is going to be either in soccer or golf. I'll show you my golf clubs later.
I help Brody get his ball.
Thanks, Dad! I love my new reading chair.
"Millions of fingers. Millions of drums. Millions of monkeys drumming on drums. Dum ditty dum ditty dum dum dum."
Ready to take on the backyard!
"Eat this, Bubby." Let me tell you, Brody has had a hard time adjusting to our new place (not like me). He seems to really like the backyard, but he's not too sure about our house. First of all, it's old, so the floors creak. His food and water are in the basement now, and I'm not sure he always remembers that it's down there. He can't figure out where to sleep because Mom and Dad's closet is just not the same as in our place in Chicago, plus it's pretty warm upstairs most of the time. Then there's the mailman, who actually comes right up onto our porch to deliver the mail. Mom and Dad were happy because Brody slept through the night for the first time last night since moving here (ha, amateur), so we're hoping that he's starting to feel more comfortable. Maybe he's finally realized that this is where we live and we're not just on vacation.
Climbing on top of my sandbox can be just as much fun as playing in it. I stood up too, but you don't get to see that because Mom was busy catching me.
Different house, different drawer, same love for Tupperware.
Action shot. Check me out, Dad!
We got a special table just for me, and it sits in the most prime spot in the house. I get to look out the front windows and color AND keep an eye on what's happening in the kitchen.
My table looks nice and new in this picture, but you should see it now. I've decorated it very nicely. Who needs paper?
Brody likes to cool off behind the garage on hot afternoons. 
Here, Brody, eat this stick.
Mom and Dad do not like it when I eat the foliage. Doesn't seem fair to me. Brody gets to do it.
Dad is teaching me how to kick. He says my best shot at going pro is going to be either in soccer or golf. I'll show you my golf clubs later. 
I help Brody get his ball.
Thanks, Dad! I love my new reading chair.
"Millions of fingers. Millions of drums. Millions of monkeys drumming on drums. Dum ditty dum ditty dum dum dum."
Ready to take on the backyard!
"Eat this, Bubby." Let me tell you, Brody has had a hard time adjusting to our new place (not like me). He seems to really like the backyard, but he's not too sure about our house. First of all, it's old, so the floors creak. His food and water are in the basement now, and I'm not sure he always remembers that it's down there. He can't figure out where to sleep because Mom and Dad's closet is just not the same as in our place in Chicago, plus it's pretty warm upstairs most of the time. Then there's the mailman, who actually comes right up onto our porch to deliver the mail. Mom and Dad were happy because Brody slept through the night for the first time last night since moving here (ha, amateur), so we're hoping that he's starting to feel more comfortable. Maybe he's finally realized that this is where we live and we're not just on vacation.
Climbing on top of my sandbox can be just as much fun as playing in it. I stood up too, but you don't get to see that because Mom was busy catching me. 
Different house, different drawer, same love for Tupperware.
Action shot. Check me out, Dad!
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