First Time at Church

Today was a really exciting day for me, because it was my first time to go to church. I knew it was pretty important for me to be good, because my parents made us sit in the very back of the church, right by the door. Every time I made the tiniest little peep, Mom or Dad shoved a pacifier or a bottle in my mouth so fast. I got the hint pretty quickly, and I was good the whole time. I know I don't look like I had much fun in this picture, but it was actually pretty cool. I think I'd like to go back again, especially if all of the little old ladies tell me how cute I am again. Here I am after church, laying on the floor at my house. I know it looks like I'm wearing lip gloss like my mom in this picture, but she won't let me wear any yet. I just have naturally shiny lips.

Here's a picture of me and my dad. I'm getting upset with him because he's trying to lay down my mohawk. Doesn't he know that's my trademark look? Leave it alone, Dad.

After a long, hard day, all I wanted to do was take a nap on Grandpa John. My mom and Grandma Gerri loved my crooked face in this picture.