...and Growing.

It's official: I'm a big boy now.

At 14 weeks old, my hair was so long that dad decided it was time for a cut. Mom cried. I was totally cool with the whole ordeal.



I also went to my 3rd baseball game and none of my fellow fans could believe how calm I was. I say, "I'm a Rockies fan, what do you think?"



I'm getting really strong - working on my forearms so I can bat like Helton one day.

In addition to baseball, I also love to sing and dance.

Mom sings to me and I love to chime right in, smiling the whole time.



I may not be totally dancing yet, but I am standing (with a little help) - I've even taken a few steps!

What comes next? Crawling?