Wrestlemania

Daddy's home from his mission trip to Mexico! And now we wrestle again, and I'm getting strong enough to win even more often! I'm so glad he's home... no one makes me laugh like Daddy. Speaking of laughing, Mom laughed a lot when she found out Dad had been wrestling and playing with me when the entire back of my outfit under my sweatshirt was soaked from a huge diaper blowout. I've been having two of those a day lately- and no size or tightness of diaper can hold them in! It's fun for me to see if the mess is the color of my carrots or my strained green beans! Mom is practicing for the laundry Olympics!

In addition to time spent with Daddy, it's been a busy week in other ways. I now crawl backwards (but not forwards yet), can pull myself up to a stand in my crib, and do insanely difficult yoga poses. I chase Cheerios around on my highchair tray with my fingers and am getting more proficient with my sippy cup. Best of all, I'm getting better at sneaking looks at the TV, which I'm not supposed to watch! I'm such a persistent little fella!

Hope you are doing well. May your days, and diapers, be full of neat things.