Bassic

Mommy and Daddy have been trying to teach me to play bass.  Daddy taught Mommy, and they think I’m old enough to try it.  Personally, I wish they had started when I was young.  I could be much better now.  As it is, I’m not sure if I’ll ever catch up.

Daddy has more pictures on his site.  It’s kinda lame, though, that his bass is broken.  The nut is messed up, so the G string actually rests on the first fret, so it’s a Ab string now.  I’m not sure what any of that means, but it makes neat noise when Daddy hooks it up and I hit it hard.  Daddy said something about me being a natural at “Slap Bass”.  I think I’m also a natural at “Slap Kitty” and “Slap Mommy”.

I’ve been kinda sick lately.  I know I need to sleep, but it just seems like a better idea to lie in bed and voice my opinions.  Maybe I’m just sick of walking everywhere!  Ever think about that, Mommy and Daddy?  I understand that it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, but my only chance of catching that elusive feline is by stalking, and stalking can only be done while crawling.  Besides, I’ve walked all the way across the room several times now, so I think you can trust that I’m “developing normally” (whatever that means).  For now, I’ll walk when I feel like walking, but crawling is my general transportation of choice (after being carried upside-down, that is).

11 Months Old!

Today I turn 11 Months.  I’m really excited about next month because I get a cake with soccer stuff on it.  I like soccer a lot.  Sometimes, Daddy rolls me the ball, and then says “roll it to daddy!” which means chew vigorously.  And trust me-I do!

I’m still working on that walking stuff.  I don’t like not having something to hang on to.  I take steps occasionally, but crawling is much faster and safer.  Plus Mommy and Daddy keep chasing me around on the floor, and there’s no way I can get away if I’m trying to walk.  It’s a lot of fun!  If they catch me, they tickle me, so I really have to stay on my toes (knees?)  Sometimes they get tired though, so I have to roll over and wait for them to catch up.  I guess they’re old. Mommy and Daddy have new friends.  They’re named Mr. Thomas and Ms. Summer, and they go to church with us and live just down the road.  They’re really nice, and Ms. Summer is pregnant!  She’s having a son, and they named him Daniel, too.  Luckily for all of you, you can just remember that I’m the cute Daniel.I’ve started trying to use cups and forks and spoons.  Forks and spoons are easy once the food is on them, but I can’t really get food up there… especially if it’s slimy.  Cups, on the other hand, are awesome!  Mommy got me some real milk!  No formula for me!  And I get the whole milk!  Not just 2% of it.  I don’t really know what the means, but I get an extra 98%, so I’m happy.  I found it makes blowing raspberries even better.  Get a mouth full of milk, and let ‘er rip.  Fountains of milk!  It was all over me, mommy… I think I saw some dripping off the light fixture.  Well, I guess I’m off to bed.  I’m told I can have a little homemade ice cream on my birthday, so I know exactly what I’ll be dreaming about.