
I can't believe I missed posting in September! I'd like to blame my mother - I generally have her help me with the typing - and she's been a bit busy starting school. Anyway, it was taking her so long to help me - I thought about taking things into my own hands and just writing it out myself.

She caught me and said no. "What?! That's so unfair, Mom! I am NOT too little to play with pens."

So my very HUGE news of September is that I can sit up all by myself!!!! Someone has to put me in the sitting postion - and then I can hold it for 2 minutes or so. The first time I did it was during physical therapy on Mom's first day of school. Dad was in charge of staying behind me to catch me when I wobbled - but then I sat and sat for 15 seconds - and in that time Dad got SO excited to see me sitting up - he sort of forgot about his job of catching me - so I toppled over sideways. But I'm okay. Mom was a bit broken up to have missed the whole thing - but I put on a show for her later.

Now I can sit up long enough to have a photo session. I even wave to my fans.

Sitting up comes with perks. Now I can go to the park and swing. I LOVE swinging!

It's like flying - and it takes a lot of serious concentration.

I can also try new foods. This is me mashing on a pizza crust. They didn't let me try any of the rest of the pizza - just the crust. Oh well, one step at a time, I guess.

I've also tried food like cooked noodles. I didn't care for them much so I gave them to Callie in exchange for a few good pulls on her beard. It was a deal we were both thrilled about.

And I really like those little Puffs, but I have a hard time feeding them to myself. They get stuck on my hand, or on my lip. If Mom or Dad feed them to me, I love 'em... but if I feed them to myself - I usually wind up unintentionally passing them to Callie.

"No Mom, I am not feeding the dog my dinner. I ate all my puffs all by myself. Honest."