Ya know...

If there's one thing that I wish people had told me before I had a baby, I wish people had told me exactly how much and how often he would smack his head into stuff.

Seriously, this kid is a walking .. er, crawling .. er, scooting accident waiting to happen.

The other day, he whacked his head into the changing table while I was changing him. And then, of course, he looks up at you with this look of horror like "Oh Mommmmmmmy! Owwwwww!" and then what are you supposed to do? You can't really say "I told you not to do that!" to a 7 month old. Well, you CAN, but he'll just look at you funny.

He's had at least four bruises on his face or head in the last two months. I keep waiting for CPS to show up at my door. I swear, he's a little boy, they do that! Don't take me away!!

The most recent development is that Ian now has a tooth! Observe:

Well, you can't see it all that well. It's right there in the middle. (And yes, the bib is apropos, as well.)

Ian wants to add that he likes kiwifruit.

So today we had the Blowout of All That Is Evil and Unholy. Apparently it occurred in the carseat, and we somehow didn't get a whiff. I don't know why not - I think the part of our brains that uses rational thought has been taking a siesta for about, oh, 32 weeks. We brought him in from our shopping trip and I put him in the pack and play. After a short while, he whined to be picked up, so I brought him to me on the recliner. At that point I caught a smelly tendril of the cheesy Evil Blowout. You think I'm kidding about the "cheesy" part - it seriously smelt like swiss cheese. Sorry, but there it is.

Onward we went to the changing table, where I discovered that the Blowout of Armageddon had gone up the back of his outfit (sadly, I fear the Baby Bronto onesie is no more, moment of silence please). So we had to take a bath as well.

And to end the story... somehow, Ian managed to get the poopie about halfway up on the mesh side of the pack and play, but not the mat on the bottom that he was laying on. Explain that one to me, people.

What's up my peoples?

Whassup mah homies?!?

Yo yo! Hope you be' havin' a totally diggin' fourth of July!

I been workin' on my rappin' yo - check me out:

I gots milk in mah belly

Baby Einstein on the telly

An' my tushie be gettin' squooshy

An' it gettin' kinda smelly

Hollllaaaaaaa!

Ha ha! I'm hilar- hila- funny! Ok, so I'm workin' on it still, yo. Gimme a break, I is just a little guy! I don't have lots of stuff to rap about yet.

So Moms has been trying to feed me lots of stuff. I likes zucchinis and apricots, and I don't really likes the sweet potatos or the peaches. I'm jus' like my Daddy! Moms made me some melon and squash this week - I thinks I will like the melon but the squash sounds gross.

Last weekend I went up to see Grandpa and Nana and my cousins Amber and Sydney. Girls! I likes them. I not so sure about the kiddie pool though - that water be cold, yo! Maybe in a coupla months or somethin'

Anyways, I'm seven months old now, I is a big boy! Moms says I'll be crawling any day now - I's not sure what that means but it sounds like fun. Moms says that Daddy has to "babyproof" the house, whatever that is.

Here's some super cute pictures of my favorite person - ME! Blow up mah cellie and holla!