Favorite Things

I am almost eleven months old, can you believe it?  Now that I move around and explore I have  found some favorite things around our house.  If you ask Mommy and Daddy they would prefer I play with my toys, but these things are much more fun.

The only thing on this list that is mine and is a toy is my Sophie -- I love her.  She has been with me my whole life.  Mommy has pictures of Sophie and I on the blog-- our picture together back in early January and again when I turned six months old.  Compare the pictures below and you will notice many of Sophie's spots have worn away (my constant chewing may have something to do with this).  I love her and giggle when I see her.

January 2, 2011 -- This was when I first learned to grab things.
My grip has improved since then

Sophie today.  A few less spots.

Another favorite is my comb.  If you look closely at my hair you will notice I didn't let Mom finish combing.  I grunted and waived my hands until I could take hold.  

I am also a fan of my toothbrush.  Last night I brushed my (now six) teeth for over 20 minutes.  Sometimes I even brush with the wrong end.

The thing that hangs from the foyer ceiling really amuses me.  When I cry, Daddy walks circles underneath it so I could look up at it.  This settles me down. I look at it every morning when I walk down the stairs -- I laugh and kick my feet.  Hopefully one day I will get to climb up there and hang from it.

Daddy and I one day when I was sick and crying

I am very interested in this piece of the kitchen floor that moves.  I love to pick it up and look down into the vent. Someday I will probably drop things down there. Mama and Daddy have tried to outsmart me by putting my high chair leg on it to prevent me from lifting it up.  Every so often they forget and I rush over to play.

Dad's remotes.  Do you see all those buttons?  My favorite is the black one in the middle with the shiny touchscreen.  Once I get my hands on it, you will not get it away from me without lots of tears.

A close-up picture of my favorite.

Now if you were 32 inches tall, wouldn't that drawer intrigue you?  I found this drawer months ago when I started to crawl.  Every morning while Mommy and Daddy get ready, I crawl right over and pull out my hair dryer.  I mostly just smash and scrape it on the tile floor.  I love it.

Can you see the marks from scraping it on the tile?

Mom and Dad put these all over the house to entertain me.  Give it a flick and you'll be entertained for hours. 

The door stop.  I am even creative enough to carry it in my mouth while I crawl.  Mom has to keep washing it so I can continue to chew on it; I don't think she minds.

My cat.  Everyone tells me she is the meanest cat ever -- but not to me.  I lay on her, pull her along the floor, pull her hair, drool on her, hug her, and make really loud noises around her.  She loves me.

Thanks for checking out all my favorites -- I'll get back to you soon as I discover a few more.

Love,
Colton