June-July 2009

You have begun singing on request now. You repeat after your father when he sings baby-baby-baby your infinitely cuter version is of course bayybbby-bayybbbby. Your also going through a violent phase where you smack everybody in sight, warning them of course "adddi". You like to use "maaammi" as your diving board, and bounce off her stomach constantly. You've been bald since June 28th or so, and point to your head when asked for the "mottai". You love reading with mammi and point to birds, cars and the moon. You love your car bed but hate sleeping in it. You feed yourself loopy cereal (and all sorts of other food) with a spoon with a precision that would put your daddy to shame. Just a little bundle of energy at this point, come to think of it, you've always been that way.