We were hanging out in the yard and Bruno the dog came over to help.
I actually scooted closer to Bruno's butt after this picture was taken. Then Mama moved me back on the towel.
She got a shot of me closing in, though.
Antema calls this a good "Prom Picture" and I guess I'll figure out what she meant in fifteen or sixteen years. Seems like a long time to me.
Practicing my kicking skills. That thing on my ankle is a rattle.
I must have been dreaming about a touchdown, because both hands were raised. I moved just as Daddy took this picture.
Always leave with a smile!