Fifteen months and counting

It seems hard to believe that I've grown 11 inches since I came into this world. But I am officially 31 1/4" tall. I weighed 21 pounds last Friday.

I have added a few more words, although two of them are in sign language, that my family recognizes. I've gotten fairly solid on "DA" for Daddy or Grandpa. I sometimes call Mama "DA" as well. I can sign for "hungry" and "more" when I want food--which is normally followed by a trip to the kitchen. Anyone could figure it out, right?

The weather is turning cooler, with highs that are in the low 80s instead of the mid-90s, and Mama is happy about that. Much as she liked letting me run around in onesies for the last few months, our apartment stays very warm, and the cooling bill was running high. She keeps saying that "fall cleaning" needs to happen. Not sure what that means, and I just get a sense of dismay from Daddy.

I'm a funny size, long in the torso and skinny in the waist. So Mama is at a bit of a loss for pants for me. The ones that came with my 18 month outfits don't stay up and the smaller ones she has aren't long enough. She says that we will have an adjustment because I got used to running around in onesies all summer and didn't worry about pants. That won't be an option this winter.

I am waking up now, so Mama needs to stop typing this and get ready to FEED ME. Sorry that there are still no pictures. They are trapped in the camera, and only one of the computers has a program to open them, and the two haven't gotten together for a while.