Baby Cam

I'm taking a documentary film class and tried out my

new skills with the camera before Seth's birthday party last month.

Check it out! I'm pretty good!

Another day in Longmont

Another day with Omi and Opa who had their surprises with me today:

While eating oatmeal, with each spoonful, I would clamp down on the spoon with my strong teeth and not let go for some time. That went for all the food I had today, except eating mashed potatoes - I fed them to myself!Finger foods work differently.

Kasperle helps me to learn German.

He asks: "Wo ist der Ball?" and I point to it.

Playing with the colorful rings: So far I had always managed to get them off the peg, today I put some back on. Applause from the oldies.

Opa and I played soccer today with a large, orange ball; I was chasing it through the house.

My dad is funnier than your dad...

Footwear Followup

With a big birthday coming up, I thought I'd follow up on the footwear issue I brought up a short time back.

I'll let you guess which I prefer.

My First Easter!

Hi Mia fans, I'm super busy growing four teeth, so I can't write much but I thought I'd post a slideshow of my first Easter for you.

If you do get a chance to take a look, check out Uncle Danny's GORGEOUS sweater! He totally outshined me in the fashion department. The nerve.

The Italian side

I certainly have displayed my share of Irish and German traits over my past 10 months on the planet. I've excelled at my German lessons every Wednesday at Omi & Opa's, and I have a brilliant Irish sense of mischief and a twinkle in my eyes much like my Irish Gogo. Lately though, I've been allowing my Italian side to shine through. Check out my love of good food as well as my newfound love of hand gesturing on Z's blog: Italiana.

Boulder Cotton Tops Losing It Again (Still?)

Since the old (and I do mean old) Boulder fossils were nice enough to take me to a well-earned vacation to Maui, I've tried not to be too critical. But the latest carrying on is just too much. Recently, I got tired of waiting for them to jump at my every whim, so I started scooting around on my tummy. Of course, they've gone bonkers again -- about of all things -- crawling.

Personally I find it degrading. Can you imagine my svelte Armani model colleagues crawling down the runway at the Paris fashion shows.....REALLY NOW!!

Truth be told, I'm far more interested in walking (actually strutting might be better). But how can these people expect a 10-month old to be steady on her feet without a nice set of spiked heels? Honestly, it's hard to imagine what (that?) they are thinking.

On the other hand, it is Boulder so I end up barefoot or in sox or maybe some leather moccasins at best. Where are the stylish Fendi pumps for goodness sake? As soon as I get a chance, I'll post some pictures of what I have to put up with and what I'd really like.