It wasn't me.

This is what happened to my Dad's dinner last night. Someone forgot to tell dad that he/she (this time I'm not pointing any fingers) took the sieve off of the chile flake bottle. So he shook almost all of the chile flakes onto his pasta dinner and then said a bad word.

I am really looking forward to seeing my relatives on Thanksgiving. It's going to be a big party and I plan on doing some walking, some pointing, some clapping, some giggling, maybe a little bit of crying (I can't help it sometimes), and some hair pulling. My grandma even got me some new shoes and a new sweater for the day. I look like a dude in them.

Have I Made My Point Clear?

I like to point. If I can see it, I point at it. And since I do a lot of seein', it really makes no sense for me to pull my finger down for a rest. In this picture I am pointing at a "paaainTING." I jut my finger at it everytime I walk by.

Life is good.

This is what some people would call Hog Heaven. I've got both of my Grandmas and my big bunny. It's been a fun couple of days... Grammy Di was in the house! She read me lots of books, gave me a bath, helped me down the same four stairs over and over and over and over and over again! I think that last part is getting old for everyone else. But I don't care! I'm going to keep it up until a kiddy gate appears. I know how these things work and I need to get while the gettin's good.

A couple of days ago my mom and dad celebrated their anniversary. So I got to hang out with my Grandpa and Grandma. I took a shoulder ride on Grandpa to a Korean restaurant and my little pointin' finger was going haywire! There was so much to see. The waitress seated us near an illuminated star. Aaahhhhh. Are you listening Santa? I want that star. And I'm a good boy (just ask my mom).

Alright, I've got to run. Literally.

Am I bugging you?

Well you can't say you've never seen a deanbug. That's me right there on the left and I looked good. I got to celebrate Halloween with my cousins. I should mention that I was allowed to play with Emrie's toys this time. Last time everything was hers and she let me know it. They have lots of runway to work with in their house and I made the most of it while I was there. The only time I wasn't running around was when all they put us up on the couch for the photo op. I grunted until they let me down.

Aside from dressing up as a deanbug, my latest ta-dah is my first word. BaaaaaaaaaBE (aka baby). And in case you hadn't noticed, that's a two syllable word. Big word for a big boy.