Happy Six Months to Me!

I don't remember much about November. I think I was pretty tired.

I started waking up and checking things out a lot in December, but then everyone told me I made them pretty tired.

In January, I asked if all this white stuff stayed on the ground year round. Inexplicably, my parents just sighed.

In February, I learned I was born in the year of the Tiger. I think I love tigers.

In March, I knew I was getting older when I started losing my hair.

In April, I decided that life is great.

In May, the doctor said happy six month birthday and told me I was crushing it. Natch.