Peace out, pureed pears!

What do you know... another busy weekend with my Dads. It started off a little shaky on Saturday morning when I had my nine-month doctor visit. Everything's good, health wise — l'm just not a fan of being felt up by strangers (unless it's this one, super hot nurse). Anyway, the doc says I've grown a bit wider and taller (19 pounds and 29 inches). He did say I could advance to three full meals a day, that includes small bits of table food. I've already tasted pasta and chicken and let me tell you, I'm hooked. 

After I saw the doc, we went down to the beach and I got to hang out with my cousins. Sam has mastered the art of peek a boo and Maisie still has a thing or two to learn about sharing. But I love them. They're my best friends. 

By the end of the weekend, my Dads had these weird things under their eyes. I don't know what you call them, but they looked like dark bags. Whatever that means.


Love Maxwell