
Sunday, June 13, 2010
My Stinkin' 15th Month

My favourite feat to date is the acquirement of my new special power: STINKY FEET!!! My "StrideRights" certainly don't smell right (in Mommy's opinion), and they leave my feet smelling deliciously disgusting! After fermenting for the day, I like to take my ripe feet out of my sandals and stick them in Mommy's face. I die laughing at the reaction. Thank you "StrideRight" for choosing to bestow me with this awesome super power this month! I can't wait to get further acquainted in July and August!
On top of adding smelly feet to my repertoire this month, I went to my first wedding (Uncle Mike's) where I danced the night away with Mommy and the rest of my family (Daddy, Mom-Mom, Pop-Pop, Uncle Shane & Uncle Shawn, and Aunt Tina). I also began walking Mephisto (I grab his leash and attempt to drag his fat behind, behind me). I also feed Mephisto my bottle, and dump two cups of dog food in his bowl each morning and evening. I'm regularly feeding myself as well. I use a spoon, and on occasion, I use my own fork. I'm in the habit of cleaning up after myself too. I mop the floor and wipe the table top of my highchair.
On top of all of these accomplishments, I'm proud to say that I can now climb up on the couch, and on occasion, when the moment strikes, I enjoy getting up on our table and dancing. Mommy hopes this is not "foreshadowing" - whatever that is.
I'm also glad to report that I get a real kick out of singing the song "Hey Baby!" I love to stop and smell the flowers on our nightly strolls, and I'm ravenous for books! I bring Mommy seven, or so, books to read to me at a time, and enjoy flipping through each one. I love repeating the words and adding my own gibberish spin on them.
Image (Above): Pretending to make sure Mom-Mom's pearls are presentable while my feet secretly vent their gaseous fumes. Three seconds after this shot was taken, Mom-Mom blamed Mephisto for farting. My secret weapons are working.

Image (Left): An unsuspecting Pop-Pop eagerly kisses me as my feet slowly and silently release their noxious fumes. Two seconds after this photo was taken, Pop-Pop blamed Uncle Shane for farting.
Unfortunately, Uncle Shane admitted to farting, and hence, intercepted the smell of my feet. Vengeance is mine Uncle Shane! Vengeance is MINE!

Image (Left): Alas, vengeance was not mine on this day. Whilst I tried to release the toxins imbedded in my feet, Uncle Shane became the wiser and intercepted Mission Vengeance. He held me down and made me smell six of his rotten farts. I'm not sure I'm equipped to deal with this villain, but I'm not giving up!
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