Daddy let one out...

Daddy did a stinky, so I quickly protected myself!

I can hold a cup!

Not a great shot of my face, and the picture itself is a bit jaundiced, but I just wanted to show all of the doubters out there that I am maturing at a blinding pace, drinking from glasses like these as if I were a 6 month old (I am only 5 1/2 months old for those who lost count)

Me in my throne

I love this bouncy thing, cause it makes the center of attention. I can swing myself back and forth, play with the toys, watch the doggie...it's all-around good, clean fun!

Learning to drive (a parked car)

Who says you need good eye-hand coordination before learning to drive? Let me guess - I bet it is the "adults" that came up with that one!

I am chillin' (pretending to be asleep) as the First Laugh Ceremony comes to a close. My mommy and daddy were so proud of me, and to see all of the relatives come out for this was extra special. In terms of tribes/nations represented, we have Navajo, Hopi, Ojibewe, Russian, German, Indian, Irish, etc. It was great to see people come together, laugh and catch up with each other!

Here I am with Neem, my Indian auntie ("dots, not feathers" as she likes to say) at my First Laugh Ceremony. I am examining the Navajo wedding basket for authenticity, as we prepare to give out rock salt (in the basket) to all of the guests who have come for this special event. By giving them the rock salt, I am learning how to give, learning not to be selfish or stingy.

Still learning my skills on the computer...here I am working with a spreadsheet to calculate the number of plastic diapers I have saved by wearing these puffy, conspicuous, embarrassing cloth diapers that my parents are so keen about.

Not only do I wear my "Healthcare for All" button proudly on my stethescope, but I take a nice chew on the metal every once in a while, between seeing my patients.

Contemplating the more important things of life....will I drink from the right or left breast at next feeding? Is that pee that I am feeling in my diaper? And which of these shapes in front of me is the one with the $20 bill under it? (Mommy and daddy liked to spice up the normal game of blocks with something a little more intellectually stimulating)

Thanks to my aunt Debbie, I spend much of my free time on my "Baby Einstein". The reason why I took this picture of myself is that I learned how to turn on my side, which was a pretty big neuromuscular achievement for me, if I don't say so myself.

Soy congero! (I am a conga player). Daddy is giving me lessons on the proper hand position and I am trying to be a good student, as you can see.

My peace buddy, as we talk politics at the annual gala of the Albuquerque Center for Peace and Justice. Though we argued a bit as to how to get to a nuclear-free world and universal healthcare, we agree in principle on most things.

It is about time my boyfriend makes it onto this blog...this is Max, who I was set up with through an arranged marriage kind of deal. My parents and his parents thought we would be good for each other (similar taste in food - breast milk; similar pastimes- pooping our diaper, etc). My parents tell me that I am only allowed to date until I am 6 months old, and then, as my daddy says, "No boyfriends until you are 18 years old."

Admittedly, I look a little silly here. I am eating blue corn mush, as I start to move onto "table foods", usually off my parents' fingers.

Go Ravens! I am such a big football fan, and decided to go with the Ravens pink, as opposed to the Ravens purple that my mom and dad like to wear. Shout out to Uncle Mike for buying me this sweatshirt (which, by the way, is meant for a 2 year old!)

Here I am with my grandma from Isleta Pueblo, Miss Agnes Dill. Mommy and I have been visiting with Miss Agnes and her sisters often, talking about life, hearing about their stories as American Indian teachers, teaching in the boarding schools.