And So It Begins. . .

Truan is mobile.
He's not quite up and running. But he gets around.
I always thought I didn't have much in my little house. I'm soon learning that I have a LOT. And Truan wants a piece of it all. Well he just can't have it.




I walked into Truan's room after a nap and found this face giggling back at me. This kid makes me wants to squeeze all the cute right out of him!



"Wow, this is awkward. I thought this was the part where you picked me up..."



"Yes. I hear those who walk on all fours are welcome to the party mix. I believe I am now part of the party"


"Just as I imagined...Delish!"



"Don't take away the party mix! I found it fair and square!"



"Hello? Anything to chew on in here?"


"I bet I could hold on to one of these soda's in my cheek and she'd never figure it out"




"Have you seen the expiration date on these things? Don't you worry. I have it all taken care of"



"Don't even look at me."


"Just hand over the camera. It's not fair to the other babies"