Rocking It, Babe!

Sheesh.  I haven't blogged in a long time.  Most people would apologize- but I don't see the need.  I'm also not going to offer any excuses.  Plain and simply, I have been up to my elbows in new discoveries.  And the computer has seemed so dull compared to everything else. 
Where to begin....

Ah!  My hair!  I am growing a ton of hair.  I've been using this special cream rinse that is supposed to stimulate growth.  (Not really.)  My hair is coming in thick and full and soft and blond and only in the back.  I am thrilled and relieved.  No more bald jokes.  No more being called a cue ball.  No more hairless baby comments.  No more "receding hairline" or "thinning on the top" remarks.  It's coming in and  my mom loves to brush it and twirl it and make me feel real good about it.  If that is any indication of what other ladies might think... yee haw!  Bear in mind these pictures were taken nearly two weeks ago.  My hair is way longer now.  WAY longer.  I look more like one of these guys:

Name that band.
Let's see.  My mom started giving me some Cheerio's.  She calls it "independence" I call it "being pushed out of the nest."  Not fair.  So- to remind her of who is boss, I simply don't eat them.  I'll hold them and pound on them and carry them around with me but I will not put them in my mouth.  If I start feeding myself- what does that leave mom to do?  Very little as I see it.  I have to give her the sense of accomplishment or I would feel bad. 
I'm also thinking about crossing that morning nap off the schedule.  Some days I love it.  It's nice to stay in my pajamas and then crawl back into the cribby.  We all have those lazy days, don't we?  But sometimes I would rather play.  I don't think I should be forced to lay down when I'm not that tired.  I've decided to compromise.  For my mother's sake.  I've cut my morning nap down from an hour and 45 minutes to roughly an hour and fifteen.  I know a half hour doesn't sound like a lot of give.  But it has changed the whole lay out of my day.  I'm still going down hard in the afternoon.  Sometimes for nearly three hours.  But that morning one... uh.. it's killing me.
I'm getting around pretty well.  I'm mobile.  Please emphasize the "i" in mobile.  I love saying it like that.  My mom is uploading some vids for me.  Maybe over the weekend I can post them.  You put a toy that I want at the other end of the room and I can be there in 5 minutes or less!  That's right!  Quick as lightning. 
All in all- I'm the happiest baby on the plant.
I love my mom.
I love my dad.
I love being Koley.