Hello there.

Anyone remember me?

I just turned 11 months yesterday. Really.

Being the 5th child in the family, you can just imagine how woefully neglectful my parents have been in keeping up with the photo taking.

Digging through the files, this is what I could find…

 

 

 

 

Yikes! What happened to my nose?

 

And what’s this??!

 

OK, this is not funny.

 

I’m not laughing.

 

 

Are YOU laughing?

 

 

You better not be.

 

It’s NOT FUNNY.

 

 

I mean it.

 

Gee, I don’t get much respect around here. But that’s OK. I make sure I get heard. Yes sirreee, I do. I have a VERY loud set of lungs. I beat everyone hands down in a game of “Who Screams the Loudest” And to make sure people take me seriously, I include some big droplets of tears to go with THE SCREAM.

Yup, you better not mess with me.

Now let’s see if I can find more nice pictures.

 

See, I’m standing now.  Mummy took this picture to get a official 11-month portrait because she felt very bad.

 

Me, Roste. Yup.

 

The half-squat half-stand.

 

Blowing bubbles while standing. I’m good

 

Che Che’s purse. It doesn’t have any money in it.

She spends it all. Oh, she says there’s money in it.  2 pennies. OK, 3.