Three Firsts

How did I wind up in jail? This was a fun stop in Helen, GA, where we spent a leisurely day as a family with Unc and Gramma Patty. It was the old city jail. This is my first time in prison, and hopefully my last.

Uncle Tim said that our photos always look like mug shots when we are holding up the sign with how old I am. So we decided we should take a "real" mug shot for his benefit.

This is my first time in a high chair. I loved it! I was able to grab at absolutely everything. Still wasn't allowed to put any of it in my mouth...but Mom promises to let Dad feed me in only a couple of weeks.

This was my first time in the ocean. I didn't love it. It was cold and wet. Who needs it? After this, we enjoyed a fabulous brunch at The Reef with Unc.

Mug shots

La Vie n Rose

This wonderful onesie was gifted to us by a friend. Mom reported a major functional error: the progress bar does not update. My diaper was 101% full when she checked it.

I am able to sit up unassisted for good stretches now, but Mom only feels safe when I'm in a seat, since I still tumble over when I'm tired. This little Bumbo chair is great, but made for slightly less chunky thighs than my own, it seems.

I am really starting to explore the world around me now. Mom takes me on short walks during the day and lets me touch the plants or leaves. I very gently petted a blossoming rose today, my namesake, and did it no harm. Now if only I could get it into my mouth!