Reality Check

Yeah, so apparently I have some catching up to do.

Yesterday, Daddy took me to the Children's Museum (membership has its privileges) and we were hanging out in the Wiggle Room like always. You know, knocking some blocks down, looking in mirrors, rolling on the mats - same old stuff.

Then this other kid comes in with a full head of hair, crawling around, pulling herself up to stand. Ends up she is nine months old just like me.

So, I'm ready to pull out the "How many teeth do YOU have" card when I catch a glimpse in her mouth... yeah, she has just as many teeth as I do.

I mean, I still played with her and she was fun, but I think I have my first "frenemy". You know, someone you hang around with and be all nice too but she is actually your biggest rival and you have to out-do them at all cost. Kinda like Derek Jeter and A-Rod.

The gauntlet has been thrown down, and I can't wait for the day I walk - yes walk - into the Wiggle Room and she's still moving around at knee level.

"Oh, you are still crawling? That is so cute. I never really got into it myself. I just figured I would skip that step... it seems so juvenile."

Oh well... today Daddy and I are going grocery shopping. Nothing lifts the ego like a bunch of random old ladies stopping to tell you how cute you are.