Today I had my hair cut at the Little Clippers hair cutting joint in Clackamas, OR, USA. Dad says I don't look like a hipster anymore. Mom says they cut too much off the back. Sheesh - it's gonna grow back.
I am now 13 months old. I can say "bye-bye" and "uh-oh." I like carrying heavy inanimate objects around the house, and throwing smaller ones. And I can walk. Bye-bye.
Sorry I haven't posted recently. Granny Syl and Grandpa Frank visited a couple of weeks ago, while Mom was away in New Orleans for work. I saw a lot of them as they helped Dad take care of me. They even let me stay up way past my bedtime on election night.
I didn't actually get any candy on Halloween (though Grandpa Frank sneaked me a sugar cookie - he's visiting with Granny Syl). We all went out to eat, only I wore a costume, and lots of people told me I was a cute little devil.